Wintering Oak

Still the white covered land. Wind floating flake landing, covering the grass turned grey. There, in the mid of this captive sheet, of one colored dominance, raises the form of wisdom, praised in the past, for the gathered knowledge. Standing alone, awaiting the awakening, from the frost ridden day, when colors return, so short their stay, will the oak, return, sharing her shade of wisdom offered. the one that should not be ignored