The tree outside my front picture window,
Snow laced and frozen,
Has its thick arms open wide
Waiting for the morning sun,
Paying homage to the sky,
Necked and unashamed.
It is in the spring when she begins to get girlish,
Breaks out in a fit of shyness
And begins to cover herself,
Then sways all summer long
In her most seductive attire,
Totally drunk on the sun.
Then fall comes along and steals her clothes.
She doesn't care. She’s a nature lover.
She sleeps the winter through in the nude
Waiting for the next spring
When all the people come out
And point and smile the more she buds,
Making her shy again.
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