Skeletons

Standing tall
Bare naked
Missing their leaves
The trees of winter stand

They cold wind batters the skeletons
And the ice clings to and breaks the limbs
But the skeletons stand strong


The snows provides a thin blanket
As the land of the skeletons turns white
There all still there still strong and still standing

The winter thaws
And the skeletons begin to grown again
Light green robes begin to be stitched to the limbs
And the skeletons are no longer
The skeletons are people...