A Lesson From The Trees Poem by Jay Loring

I thought that I might walk a while,
to venture out perhaps a mile,
to see the woods, the barren trees.
It never fails to make me smile.

Unclothed, quite naked they are found,
with last year's leaves full on the ground.
In gentle sway they speak to me
…I pause and listen for the sound.

And in the whistling wind I hear,
'Don't be dismayed and have no fear,
for we shall once again be clothed,
when warmth and springtime come next year.

For seasons come and season go,
and life will ebb, and life will flow,
and barren times will soon give way
to times of plenty. This we know!