Staying Alive Now

Bare now, bodies brown and skin-thin, Limbs outspread, shaking in the cold, Arms flung awry, trees sigh within, And nakedly stand, looking old. Yet, branching out towards relief Sense spring afar as poised they wait Bearing rough times, in the belief That trees, in retreat stand fated To re-leaf again. They store sweet Rewards in roots, to impregnate Dormant buds, daily, if needed. Such revival trees contemplate. Unclad they live, but still they thrive. As a tree so are we, both claim To hold on, and, by staying alive Both will survive to blossom again.