Winter in Texas
Shards of icy glass shroud the hardy tree
Who waves his distress silently glassy
Now I understand why these trees are
Natural to this land
They can bear the intemperate climate
And still not turn a hair
They can bruise in winter, batter the storms
Unfed,unwatered, untended , can still survive
To see another season, another year, another life .
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