Tree

Waking up to the sun as the wind rustles her hair

She stretches her limbs to the open air

Each line on her skin is a story to tell

A faint trace of a heart, four initials as well

She stands tall and strong with her feet rooted down

Her arms shelter the children as they climb from the ground

As the autumn approaches her leaves start to fall

She shivers in cold, but she still stands tall

Winter progresses and snow descends

She talks to it as if they are good friends

She burrows under the blanket of snow

As if it could cover her, keep the warmth in her toes

She sings to the night, it makes her feel strong

Then she is silent as the birds pick up her song