Naked branches, left to right, back and forth,

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.