Shapely Trunk

Red leaves adorn your shapely trunk Smaller, knarled, leaning slightly shrunk Soon your leaves will fall coating the earth With a layer that wil be able to birth Little seed that have fallen down from trees Will the squirrels and chipmonks let them be Or store them away deep within the ground Surely some will survive and roots then abound During winter cold, red berries are fully exposed These are your crowning glory like the crown posed On his head and blood ran down red to save the dead Then soon your white and purity will be seen In the flowers that are sprinkled in the forest in spring Flowers that grace your knarled leaning dwarfed green