poem

After the snow this year, i saw many trees bent to the ground under the weight of snow, and for some reason i thought "these trees look quite humbled by a little snow" then even more oddly i envisioned a war between the snow and trees. so i wrote a poem about it....

Prepare for war called the wind.
From whom the trees called in kind.
Your enemy replied the wind will be the snow.
Bah! said the trees we've known greater foes.
So the trees laughed and shook there heads.
So the snow came whilst they slept in bed.

The eldest were the first to go
And suddenly they began to know,
As they looked down at their severed limbs
This was a war the trees could not win
Snow that so gently lands on children's face,
Slowly keep up its steady pace.

And one by one it began to land
Until those haughty trees began to bend
Until their proud brows
Were firmly resting on the ground
Spare us was their humble plea
then these once proud trees,
Began to cry
For all their brethren whom had died
-The Insignificant Other