The Patient Pine Tree

Stands tall and strong, a coat of green, On mountainside, a winter scene. The Patient Pine Tree, brave and bold, A story in the snow, unfolds.

Snowflakes flutter, soft and light, Blanketing branches, pure and white. Pine stands steady, rooted deep, While sleepy creatures softly sleep.

Wind howls a song, a frosty tune, Dancing wildly 'neath the moon. It whips and whirls, a playful gust, Trying hard to make Pine rust.

But Pine just sways, a gentle creak, Its needles strong, its spirit meek. It bends and bows, but doesn't break, For winter's challenge, it will take.

The snow piles high, a fluffy mound, Silence settles all around. Pine wears a crown of icy lace, A silent beauty, in this place.

Then days grow longer, sun shines bright, Melting snow with golden light. The wind now whispers, soft and low, "Well done, dear Pine, you helped us grow!"

The snow melts down, a rushing stream, Awakening life from a winter dream. And Pine, now free, a vibrant hue, Greener than ever, shining through!