Branches droop beneath burden of snow;
bending, shivering and groaning the tree.
Bare of foliage; now cloaked in white;
longing for sun to lighten load; stand tall
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Gray skies made blue;leaves on branches;
drinking soft rains; dancing upon breezes.
Swaying with nature’s song of life giving
with birds nesting in its strong embrace.
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tree in glory by the lake; watchingripples,
now stands cold; alone;icy water its view.
No hiker rest against trunk;for shade;
nor fishermen’s beneath it for protection
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from rains;no one to wonder at girth and age.
It has stood in this place like a keeper of time;
when snow melts; warmer climate returns;
will stand again in glory; robed in green.
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knows it must wear white; before can be reborn;
the regal,majestic, timeless; watcher of the lake.
wisdon locked in one hundred circles of core
the sun will return; then rejoice insplendor.
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