It’s falling from the sky, it’s cold

Coming down,

Raining upon me, I don’t make a

Sound.

I’m here alone, under the winter

Night sky,

Around me, a white blanket, no

Warmth does it give.

No leaves have my branches, naked

In the wind,

I’ve stood for many seasons, here is

Where I’m planted.

A time I was small, now I’ve grown

So tall,

Standing in the snow, only once in

A while.

Keith Garrett