A white veil of death
Covers cold mother earth
To be unveiled
At the time of rebirth
The barren trees branches
Grasp at the sky
It's roots find nothing
The tree waits to die
A casket of ice
Encases the tree
But the old ones rebirth
Will come to be
Rebirth may come
As the tree grows anew
Transformed by the winter
It suffered through
Rebirth may come
From seed left behind
New life descended
From two intertwined
Spring is the time
That the forest grows
But in the shape
That cold winter chose
John Cooley 1990
