Eternal Blooming

A tree drops leaves in the Autumn, but those leaves grow back in the Spring.
Now how vivid that tree, the colours so bright, like it was reborn again.
In the warmth, a tree, it blossoms, and is full of plentiful life.
It loses its leaves and colour, in the coldness and dark of the night.
But this tree hibernates, it is not accidental that the sheer branches stretch long and wide.
Instead the tree asks humbly for sunshine, it’s vigorous rays - for in winter, they will bring life.
Do not forget the gloom of the shadow, that follows by God’s tears that trickle and fall;
The tree cries out; “I need warmth again!”, but in spite a young sprout is born;
One day that sprout will be flowering and shouting, for its whole life had been for this moment; 
“Spring has sprung! Oh indeed, it has sprung! What more could you want? What more!”
Nothing can stop a tree from re-growing, sprouting and blooming afar.
Three-sixty-five days for it to corral together, and release its beauty away.
But three-sixty-five days meant a treacherous path, but this tree, it never gave up.
And now it protects the people standing below, 
For our tree is a nurturing soul.