There is a tree

There is a tree
her trunk is narrow
and her branches wide

she reaches heavenward
in praise
and in mercy
fingers stark
against this winter sky

her leaves sloughed and scattered
playmates for the wind
she nurtures deep within
a secret well spring of life
emerging only slowly
and with time

her roots
soaked in rich and sacred soil
she is both here
and dreaming of warm summer sun