A cold winter dayAs I see the seasons go

I think of trees as they flow

With the wind, as they will

Their arms just swing, to and fro

This tree is breathing with a gill

His arms look bare, from the wind they mill

The damage is already done

And his feet no longer spill

His little battle was not won

He’s standing there in the sun

As he’s walking towards the dock

He has no power, just to run

The boom of the clock,

Signals his last walk,

And as he is as thin as chalk

On deaths door, it’s time to knock

Shawn RaynoDecember 17, 2012Period 5