Destitute


His bones basically exposed, shivering from the cold.
He lies bare feeling confused, his clothes just lying there.
He was such a Pilar of strength and so wise,
He’s weathered many storms how has this come to be his demise?
Yearning for answers how this has happened,
Searching for help, many unanswered questions and just so saddened.
The days feeling longer just left in the dark,
His roots have been planted in this same spot.
Thinking all alone how has this transpired?
Then one day it happened he became inspired.
When there is dark the light always follows,
He will not always feel alone and hollow.
The night grew shorter,the sun began to glow...
The warmth beating down from above,
Shivering no longer he could now feel the love.
Spring is amongst us finally baring his buds.
You see time heals all wounds if you see it through,
His flowers on their way, the fruit of his looms.
Happiness,bliss and An abundance of gifts,
This tree is in all his glory, Until next year that is.

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