contemplative
The creek is frozen, don't you know,
and covered with a touch of snow,
And osier pokes up red and bare
as if to say they couldn't care,
but stately are the tall green pines
who lift their arms in stately lines
and make us think of what's a tree,
but other shapes are there to see --
bare your branches stand out today,
a pleasing shape come out to play,
we see you standing in the snow,
not green or white, you proudly show
alternative choices.
