And when the world looks pristine,
all dressed in winter white
When against the pale skies
are branches laced with ice
It’s then that magic all unfolds
beneath the powdery earth
As dormant roots begin to stretch and ready for rebirth
On tables filled with bounty,
with fruits of every shade
We celebrate the trees’
cornucopian parade
While icy chill and frigid gusts
bellow from outside
We recognize that winter’s ‘bout
to end its terror ride
And thus we send a message
as we bask in nature’s treats
That even in the coldest times,
there will yet be some heat
Every winter’s followed by the spring,
then summer’s rays
And every dark and stormy night
is followed by the day
There’s hope and faith spread out right there,
amid our fruitful feast
A lesson borne beneath the ground,
the message of the trees.
