Tree Song

Autumn is here My children all let go. Blankets on my feet they lay. I wait and wish for growth again . I am still. I feel a soaking cold ; a dreadful chill I battle death . I hope survival I deny pain. I feed on icy frosty rain. I will sleep and dream. Cling while hoping. For an awakening joy , See babes growing . Patiently I sleep and dream until at last I rise again . Spring has finally come. Am I finished ? Is it done ?