With her branches reaching high unto heaven,
she was crowned with the beautiful
burnt auburn of autumn...
Now, burnt of time’s winds, she sits
peaceful in her surrender.
Her arms are bare, yet they still
reach ever upward to heaven
in Faith, just knowing, He will take
care of her through the harsh
and ragged breath of winter.
Majesty does not leave just because
the vibrance changes to a different tone.
Still, she reaches, knowing that when
the sun of the spring returns to her world;
once again she will wear her crown -
this one, of healing and of rebirth...
Reborn in glory and the colour
of the greatness that is her heart.
Mother Earth, rises strong within her,
and not time’s winds, nor time’s rains
could ever erase the beauty of the
wondrous passion of the summer to come.
