The dark season enters her land,

the creator of light feels distant,

STILL SHE STANDS.

Her leaves begin to change and fall,

stripped to nothing,

naked to all.

STILL SHE STANDS.

The air is frigid now,

the horizon bleak.

Lonely and cold,

she fights defeat.

STILL SHE STANDS.

For she’s endured lifes’ seasons before,

she has faith,

he will restore.

She stands firmly planted,

as harsh elements assault her branches.

But in him her roots are deep,

she will not be moved,

her faith she keeps.

Each day is closer to when the sun stays longer,

and the dark is shorter,

to when her branches will blossom vibrant colors of life,

and she’s enjoying his warmth,

embracing this time.

For seasons come and seasons go,

but his constant love remains,

in this she knows.

His spirit is within her,

she trusts his plan.

She’s following him,

so STILL SHE STANDS.