A Tree is such a wondrous thing;
The wind hides for brief moments
In the safety of her branches,
And the Cardinal finds a place to sing.
Her leaves paint the country side,
With colors that are never the same;
Stoic, she stands in a winter's night,
Watching the snowflakes glide.
If only she could tell her tales;
Oceans of time have passed her by.
Her twisted look and wisdom gained,
In the stormy nights and windy gales.
© William Power 2012
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 3:55 PM UTC
A Tree is such a wondrous thing;
The wind hides for brief moments
In the safety of her branches,
And the Cardinal finds a place to sing.
Her leaves paint the country side,
With colors that are never the same;
Stoic, she stands in a winter's night,
Watching the snowflakes glide.
If only she could tell her tales;
Oceans of time have passed her by.
Her twisted look and wisdom gained,
In the stormy nights and windy gales.
© William Power 2012
