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The trees in winter
Category: Poetry Added on: January 13, 2011 1:32:49 PM Source: admin Clicks: 70
The trees in winter are solemn,
And even more concise and decisive.
They shed the tenderness of spring,
The brilliance of summer,
And the splendor of autumn,
To become a sharp sword,
Pointing straight to the sky,
Standing there with integrity.
Rain comes,
Frost comes,
Ice comes,
Snow comes,
And they face them all calmly,
Shouldering them all generously.
No need for leaves to applaud by their side,
Nor for the wind to stir around them.
A tree is just a tree,
Silently shouldering what it must,
Facing up to challenges with composure.
Though they have lost the lushness and beauty once brought by leaves,
They have also discarded the complexity and burden.
Trees fully covered with leaves in summer may be snapped by fierce winds,
But the trees in winter,
Either stand upright or fall down,
They will never bend,
Because
They have abandoned the unnecessary and the burden.
Simplicity is the ultimate beauty.
I like the trees in winter,
I like the simplicity and integrity of winter trees.