A tree may void it’s color, leaves fall upon the ground;
but trust me friend, come spring, life will again be found.
A tree may drop some branches, result of weathered storm;
but nothing time and sustenance can’t bring back to it’s norm.
A tree may rupture at it’s trunk and crash to the earth’s floor;
but resurrect, the tree still may, sprouting from it’s core.
A tree will overcome most anything, returning much the same;
for it’s roots define its essence and no time’s squandered casting blame.
-Lucas G. Irwin