See it there, etched against the pale sky.
The lone sentinel, stark and proud,
wrapped in winter's icy shawl.

No leaves to cloak its bones.
Its roots grip the frozen earth,
a network of veins pulsing with silent strength.
Yet still it stands, a monument to resilience.

In solitude, it finds strength.
In silence, it speaks volumes.

And even in the grip of winter's harshest breath,
it holds the promise of spring.