In the depths of the woods
Where tigers prowl
And hares dare not go
Stands a grand tree layered in an icy glaze
Snow seemingly placed
Precisely upon its leaves
The clouds threaten a blizzard
While a lake pulls on a blanket
Yet the tree stands tall
Not afraid of a little more snow
But as a blizzard rages on
And white fluff become weights
Its many arms start to slump
Tired of carrying the world
The wind moans in sympathy
And thunder laughs proudly
The tree rips its way free
Of its white funeral sheet
And as the wind starts to slow
And the thunder ceases to growl
The lake glistens with a sheen
As the tree stares at the sky
The clouds start to retreat
Back to their own land
The sun starts to shine
Adding a little warmth
To this snowy wonderland
YOU ARE READING
My Life On Paper
PuisiAll my feelings spread out on paper. Written and said in the only way I know how; poetry.
