Naked Trees
Do leaves get tired of living by the end of summertime
When cold north winds blow autumn into town?
Then to fulfill their promise to the future of the planet
They fall, crisp and dry to the ground.
Naked Trees in winter reach their fingers to the sky
Barren and alone
Stripped of all their clothes
In freezing air they shiver and stifle whimpered cries
And dream the winter dreams of naked trees
The seasons run their cycles in the stream of endless time
As years drift away like falling snow
A life is but a whisper in the wind of eternity
Like a leaf clinging vainly to a tree
©Copyright 2006 Donald Paul Harris