TREES
Standing tall and barren
Are the trees;
A single brown leaf
Hanging high in the oak...
The wind whistles by
And the leaf lets go.
It whirls and whirls
Before it hits the ground;
The snow falls softly upon the ground,
Glistening like stars!
The lone oak standing there
Reaches out to wrap itself in WINTER!
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Reason for writing:
I was inspired to write this one wintery day when I took a
stroll in the woods and found the silence to be nearly
deafing, and the bare beauty of the trees, overwhelming.
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