Winter Tree

[Helen Cooper]

From my window I can see
The outline of a stately tree,
Devoid of summer raiment now
With winter frost upon each bough,
It's nestled there amid the pine
Which frame its beauty, form and line.
Although the wind may make it bend
It doesn't cause its limbs to rend,
Without its leaves it bests the storm
And stands with pride and not forlorn,
No matter what the weather brings
With dignity it waits for spring.