Shows its branches, shows it’s roots.
Blows in the wind
Holds the snow.
Lets us know we are in the time of hibernation.
Has seen the years, many years,
Seen it’s branches fall.
The cycle of buds to green to autumn.
Has seen the town grow.
Has seen the pavement come.
Has watched the birds come and go with the seasons.
Has seen the men with their heads looking down.
Enjoys watching the people with their heads up.
Loves the children who climb over it.
Holds the kitties who want to be higher.
Let’s you contemplate it’s years.
It shows it’s branches,
it pushes up the pavement.
It was here long before you were born, and will be here long after you pass.
The winter tree rests,
blows in the wind,
Has seen it’s 200th winter,
Will see 200 more.
And fills the world with wonder
with the weather of years.
It is wonderful
It is beautiful
It is nature.
Love it, care for it,
Let it show you the change,
let is show you permanence.
it always watches.
As it blows in the wind.
As it sways with the season.
And welcomes a new year.
(c) 2012 Edmund Davis-Quinn