The Tree

A poem about a tree.

Skeletal remains stretching t’wards the sky

Chilling evidence of survival’s cost

And those that stand in silent vigil cry

Tears she for that which their kindred have lost

Sacrifices made for the greater good

Pieces of them cast out upon the wind

Unable to support all that they should

Til days grow longer and winter rescind

Invigorating life as they renew

And draw upon them regal majesty

Taking upon them the form that is true

Radiant and full for all the world to see