Changes.
Bleak Autumnal trees bereft of leaves
bare and barren brought to their knees
all powerful Mother nature waving her wand
oh so powerful you must understand.
Cold and bare left in the dark
branches withered sparse and stark
waiting for comfort warmth and love
feeling so blatantly misunderstood.
Yearning the following Spring to rise
Winter is harsh unloving not nice
but the Winter heralds the coming Spring
Mother nature doth knows what she will bring.
Warmth and sunlight a ray of hope
so through our winters we have to cope
knowing inside there will be a future
brought sprawling back by Mother nature.