Oh what a sight it is to behold-
A sleeping earth in it’s snowy fold,
Awaiting for the Sun, just like we-
seeking wisdom from an old pine tree.
Snowflakes fall, each one of a kind,
the wind whispers tales of an ancient time.
I feel it in my soul, the truth lies here-
The spark of life, slumbering near.
The cycle has been and always will be
a symbol of hope for humanity.
For even in the dark we know the Son will rise
to give warmth to our hearts and love in our eyes.
As it has always been, so it always shall be-
Such wisdom to find in a slumbering pine tree.