Skeletal fingers reaching high

Scratching the colorless Winter sky

The wind blows these branches

Bare.

Burst forth from slumber

Under crashing thunder

And soaking Spring rains

Fall down!

The morning has brought a new day

Now the trees are awake

May all of Nature live

Once again!

I wanted to write a poem about how the trees awake when Spring comes. I really really don't like the way it came out. The meaning isn't clear and the pattern doesn't flow. O well.