I just read the following poem on Michael Haykin's blog, Historia ecclesiastica. With the winter weather we are experiencing here (and in many other places), I thought it was appropriate.
Trees in Winter
What do trees do in winter?
Seemingly frozen, they are waiting.
With trunks and branches
Stretched heavenward, they wait,
For the coming of the sun.
And what of us more sentient beings?
© Michael A.G. Haykin, 2010.
