The Sight of the Trees
The Sight of the TreeI 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.