Snow and Spring

The maple lay there still and dead
An icy tomb, a deathly bed.
For even winter has its cost,
Rotting wood and creeping frost,
Near the tree lie frozen bones,
Now long gone and left alone,
Finding shelter they did try,
But all that lives must somehow die.

The tree no more but crumbling bark,
Which brings forth life like Noah’s ark,
Bursting spores and digging roots,
Form the bulk of life anew.
What was once grey has now turned green,
What once did hide can now be seen
Though some did die when winter came,
Life continues all the same.