See the sadness within the spruce
With his branches so down curled
Painted white with winter’s wrath
Quite burdened by his frigid world
So humble pleased within his glory
His pureness born of strength and might
While seemingly to be subdued
When seen by superficial sight
Within his heart he knows his strength
And his limits of endurance
Therefore striving without relent
To the time of springs assurance
He knows each year that in the spring
He’s nurtured by receding wrath
First bathed then fed to bring him strength
By winters natural aftermath
He starts stretching for the heavens
As if he’s praying from his heart
Simply asking the almighty
For all his grand new birth to start
His growth begins to sprout new life
While adding strength to all his roots
Gently swaying in amazement
Of all these life producing shoots
All the summer he will flourish
As gently rains will quench his thirst
Each season pass brings vital growth
For when the journey seems it’s worst
Come the fall he’s quite complacent
The autumn air is cool and crisp
Now winter nip’s upon the breeze
Yes, riding every little wisp
But fears not his for winters wrath
For now he’s strengthened from the past
Stored up now in his larger heart
Is more than enough love to last
Hardship always comes to visit
But we control how long it lasts
Life holds more good than bad you see
And that is why all things have pasts