The storm moves in slow, fooling first as rain
But with temps way too cold, it brings only pain.
Before moving to snow and feeling the ice’s weight
The limb fell even lower sealing the tree’s fate.
Will further storms break it as it heads to the ground
Or will nature spare it, this fate so profound
In hopes of a spring with bright glistening fun
Bring rebirth to a tree when it reaches for the sun.
Let us be the bright glistening sun for those who may feel trapped in a cold winter storm.