The Nobility of Appearance

White trees of massive strength holding tons of snow never cracking and toppling, I'm captivated by their glossiness more than the velvetiness of roses! It's winter's invasive silence totally dire that ushes the murmurs of their leaves so distinctly flamboyant and distinctly theirs, and in Fall when those dazzling colors fascinate, can make one stop and admire their loveliness so unique and grand... a comeliness found in a distant dreamland! Weather can change their green into white, not their astonishing stateliness, time certainly will in drastic ways; but the nobility of appearance excels, and it's never a muted anger of rudeness retorted and suppressed by the cruel harshness of a season not as clement as spring is... and its unpleasantness can be clearly seen! Truly, coldness is not felt by trees, but brightness enlivens them with gleams as it vitalizes an image of elegance given by remote stars with a steady glow, unless a bleak night hastily moves in and crystallizes all the puffy snow with no moon above, only a misty sky that invites the remote sounds of an enraged wind engaging in wits of blows with a frightening sound! When the frozen branches of the sturdy trees start to defrost towards morning, surely spring has arrived freeing them from their misery and useless pleas; they will begin to undulate and not be ravaged by storms... gradually snow will melt showing the greenness of meadows!