The Sight of the Trees
The Sight of the Tree
I trudged through the woods with them hanging around,
Standing still in the wind, spellbound,
Their magnificent limbs, covered with green,
Standing stiff, wishing to be seen.
As I look at them,
smiling with glee,
I know there is no better sight,
Then the Sight of a Tree.
-Ted Wolf February 13, 2008
This poem was inspired by sitting on the couch on a snow day and staring at the trees. I hope you all enjoyed it, and there will be more.
