I have been witness to many things You must fear not what cold winter brings You are young, but the reason this bird sings To you, sapling, this bird clings Let go of your evergreen hesitations Your leaves will fall in wondrous presentations Followed by gazes of beautiful validation Your stems a sign of majestic acclimatization While your trunk grows larger and far more in tune Your leaves will broaden to as large as the moon To each passing insect and all birds here soon Your pits to catch water as a natural spoon You see, young sapling, you are a delight Do not see winter as a source for fright Each tree in this forest has seen the same plight But all have continued their journey for light