The birds have
Fled and nestlings
Flown away
No company and
All alone am I.
I stand here
With all my beauty gone
Uncovered, naked
Facing winter's
Cold.
New strength
I draw from deep within
My roots
Till winter goes
Then I'll again
Be dressed in fairest green.
My leaves will grow
and flowers will bloom again.
The weaver birds
Will come and make their home
Till fledglings fly once more
To warmer clime.
And I another
winter sleep will take
resting alone
no leaves, no birds
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A well written poem. I dislike winter more and more as I age. You made a little error when typing: 'flowers will bloom again'