A vine in the winter

A vine in the winter, a beautiful sight A thought worth a think on a cold winter night Glistening 'neath a starlit sky Unbeknownst to its viewer this vine may well die The vine might have cried had it eyes to do so But it didn't have the luxury to let it all go The vine has no mouth or a throat for his screams It's dying of cold as it bursts at the seams One fragile crack; it might shatter on sight! A thought worth a think on a cold winter night