Still your green leaves hold fast even though all the other trees are bare.
Still your green leaves hold fast
even though all the other trees are bare.
Though the growing season is past
your lushness and enduring spirit you share.
Summer winds brought the smell
of the white pristine flowers you did wear.
I still remember the sight so well
when those blossoms graced you so fair.
God must have taken extra hours
when he wrought the tree which you are.
Graced with mystic exotic flowers
and the foliage which even winter cannot bar.