She stands naked
Against the barren sky
Arms outstreched
Disrobed, of final display
Once the great beauty-
She now appears desolate
Alone and totally exposed
Subjected to winter winds
Yet, even reduced
She stands proudly
Greatness lies in resiliency
Soft beauty is temporal
The tree is a teacher
She speaks
Of time and truth
There is much to learn.
CBH
Willa Cather, quoted in the Montreal Gazette
the bark on a Sycamore tree?
This makes me believe in God.