The Trees

Wombwell Woods. source

Here you stand Skeletal but proud Striking a pose Naked, no clothes Cryogenically froze What lucid dreams Absorb you? Such brittle bones Who would confess You are sleeping beauties undressed?

Spring again The kiss of the sun calls And you melt in his warmth Removing our layers As you don yours Time for new finery A fashion show of latest shades No rival in Paris

Paddington and Eeyore explore. source

Velvet green Blossom cream Natures showers Wash you clean In liquid warmth You luxuriate, unfurl No longer bashful

Hiding in your shade. source

Summer burns We bask and thirst We yearn for cool We hide in your shade As you seek out the light Shimmering jewels and perfumes The winds plays And we hear your voice.

Autumn Gabillou. source

Autumn sneaks in as the wind steals your clothes, and we, jaded as Autumn, are pleased to see your striptease, a daily delight as you dance to the rhythm of nature's breeze.