The barren tree stands so tall beside the still clear water. Poetry
The robin will build a neatly crafted nest
The barren tree stands so tall beside the still, clear water
The roots soak up nourishment which is richly filled with usable fodder
The winter cold hangs heavy on the leafless dead like limbs
The wind whistles, threatening but the limbs are strong refusing to bend
A robin comes to rest on the snowy tree
It finds food from the seeds blown in from the nearby sea
The tree appearing lifeless, another one of God's mighty creations
Soon spring will arrive and the tree begins a new awakening source for the new generations
The little robin will build a neatly crafted nest
The tree will bear fruit for the taking. The limbs will give shade to all who stop to rest
When I look at a winter tree void of any visible beauty
I know when I return in the spring I'll see full blooms with buds and a delightful array of fruity booty.
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