It's naked branches stretched far into the gray winter sky
possess a beauty unmatched.
The stark winter tree speaks
silence, solitude, nakedness of spirit.
In it's utter silence and solitude
it speaks deafening praise to its Creator.
It welcomes the darkness of night with the same tranquility
that it welcomes the light of day,
and I watch as it does so.
It never ceases to draw the eyes of this soul heavenward
and leave it longing for the same...