The colour of night

A tree full of life covered from head to toe

From the trunk to its tips

It was under a blanket of snow

And there I stood,

With my freezing lips

When a bit of snow hit me

Thrown from the tree

And there I saw a colourful bird

With a very small beak

It was a quiet night

Before the bird took flight

And sung a song

With lots of life

And from the tree

the song of a thousand birds echoed

Then all the birds flew

Into the sky.

It was a rush of colours before my eyes

Their song full of life echoing through the night