Sunday, October 28, 2007
the tree outside my window once had many, bright green leaves.
then yellow, orange, red they fall, til bare, its branches grieve.
though wind and frost and season's change can take it's colored ends,
the sturdy tree stands still and tall, just waiting for the mends
that come with spring, which follows cold--that wintry,darkened season,
when leaves and color come again, and brings back all the reason
for this lonely tree, when all is gone, and winter takes its light,
to hope for that which it knows will come, but is not within sight.
Hold on to hope, it's all we have, to get us through the cold,
Our hope is what gets us through life, it's all we have to hold.