WINTER IV

Winter's here!
Leaves are all gone
Wind blows without care
Snow's coming soon

The sound of the rain
They hear as they rest
It's beating at the window pane
The birds in their nest

The tree stands alone
So quiet and bare
The ground fills with pine cones
As she sits by the trees and stares

As you know this isn't a pine tree
Should she draw or just let it be
It's fun she says, as the snow melts away
Spring is coming soon
All your limbs are in bloom

So her bare little tree
She says unto you, see you next winter
For now you've grown too!