A lonesome tree
Stands naked in a barren field.
It’s brittle branches curving
Under the weight
Of the freshly fallen snow.
It sits here patiently,
Awaiting a long lost love.
This love comes but once a year,
And so this tree shall wait.

The colorful flowers,
Dancing grasses,
Flowing brookes,
And Spring showers
Breathe life back
Into this tree,
Seemingly untouched
By the passing seasons
But only by the snow.