I implore you to an appreciation for what is the nakedness of trees.
Ephemeral, fleeting, gnawed by the gnashing teeth of Winter’s cold, clammy bite.
The purity and serenity of implications once found between supple, budding leaves.
A harsh spotlight illuminates the brutal expose, revealing the tender nakedness of trees.

Ephemeral, fleeting, gnawed by the gnashing teeth of Winter’s cold, clammy bite.
Lovely, speckled bark peels back to reveal a bloody and intricate design.
A harsh spotlight illuminates the brutal expose, revealing the tender nakedness of trees.
The subtle lacework of such enticing implications begin to decay.

Lovely, speckled bark peels back to reveal a bloody and intricate design.
Dark wood harkens to the hearth in a scarlet, flaming display.
The subtle lacework of such enticing implications begin to decay.
And it seems that such purity is lost to the bare nakedness of trees.

Dark wood harkens to the hearth in a scarlet, flaming display.
The purity and serenity of implications once found between supple, budding leaves.
And it seems that such holiness is condemned to the blackening decay.
I implore you to an appreciation for what is the nakedness of trees.