Naked branches, left to right, back and for,
swaying, just the remnants of last years growth
sitting, waiting dormant 'til buds spring forth,
bursting through it's crust the new year's oath
to grow again. New leaves year on year,
never failing, never dallying in their efforts,
to please the view, fill the optic sphere
with nature's beauty. Each leaf affords
a beauty bestowed by all things light
and airy, repaying the debt during hours
of Summer Sun. Longer days; respite
from the cold, Spring to life, flowers
aplenty, now high up above a once,
not so long ago, darkened horizon,
bringer of life and floral brilliance.
Ages have worshipped, life bringer, our Sun.