Trees in Snow


Pity not the trees in snow,
they only rest for Spring; to grow
they slumber, sleep, and lie in wait
for Winter’s chill to then abate
and yield to Spring sun, with it’s feeble heat,
and dainty birds with scratchy feet.
Tiring then, at Summer’s end,
to rest once more, begin again.

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