[Total-Blam-Blam]

The tree stood there,
Lamenting its loss.
Without its leafy blanket,
Without, even, moss.

Now its branches are bare,
The wind blowing cold.
Frost creeping over,
As cruel winter takes hold.

Now something is stirring,
Awakening inside.
New life is forming,
As leaves open wide.

Now warm in its blanket,
Without any strife.
The tree stands there,
Celebrating its life.