We waited every day
For the return of warmth and life.
We had enough of being encased in a frozen tomb.
The trees all stand at attention
Waiting to hear the command "come forth".
Finally a bud.
The small beginning of a leaf.
Soon a green covering can be seen over the bare branches.
Then a sound we had forgotten,
Leaves clapping in the wind.
They stretch out fully as if waking from a dream,
Happy now to be where they should be
And are meant to be.
The summer winds and rains blow by
As they hold on.
They watch us enjoying it all
Happy that we are so happy with them.
Too soon for us though comes another call,
Life begins to seep from them
Back down to the roots.
They wither and moan at the loss.
In a last gasp
They display their inner beauty for us
As a goodbye kiss
Before they let go
And fall down.
All becomes deadly silent
As they lie cold and lifeless,
Waiting for the white burial shroud
That will soon cover them.