Under the white blanket
under the starry skies
The frozen twig
in the frost it lies
drop of the dying tree
frozen dry of the life sap
Yet carrying the snow
on its selfless back
Awaiting the inevitable end,
trampled by an unknowing boot
Splintering into many
into the dust and soot
Seeping into the melting ice
flowing into the soil
Carrying its essence,
in its last altruistic toil
Deep in the soil
it waits for the new summer
the seed of the new tree
Curled in a wintery slumber
Continuous and resplendent
the circle of life strives
under the white blanket
in the frost it lies
My Tales Within 