Another tree was crying
It's leaves rushed to and throw
Before descending just like raindrops
Amongst the cold winter snow
Towering high like an inferno
It stood like a statue, bare and still.
A bird landed on its branches,
Making it feel warmer, much more secure.
Cheered up by its new companion
No longer did it stand in pain
A new element of life had been given for
pride and respect - not pain.