Winter tree

Majestically it stands there

Surveying all it sees

The winter branches barren

Devoid of lush green leaves.

Yet life is still within it

Just waiting for the spring

When its buds start blooming

And the birds begin to sing

In summer comes its glory

When it wears a party dress

Of several different colours

Its beauty outshines the rest

Then autumn comes a-calling

And it starts a slow striptease

The leaves are changing colour

And are dropping in the breeze

This is the work of nature

Of death and then rebirth

The barren and the beautiful

The treasures from the earth.