(Written in 2010)
Oh Tree, What loss you suffer
At the hands of His bitter wrath
As he chokes the life of color and beauty
You watch them fall on the path
What lonely days lie in wait
Imprisoned by an ocean of white,
Creatures of flight take their leave
The sky’s radiance abandons your plight.
Oh tree, what loss you bear!
Abandoned by all you once knew.
A season of grief you suffer;
What will become of you?
Silence blows its bitter breath
Across the miles; It will seep
Taunting and nagging your core
Death is the company you keep.
Oh tree, Do not lose hope!
His mercies every morning are new!
The sun climbs the stairs to the sky
The Creatures of flight are in view!
Little green men sprout up to defend
To honor one crushed, yet steadfast;
Your beauty returns, your favor spreads.
The season of suffering has passed!