The trees are bare and cold

Their branches humble and dry

Limbs reaching faithfully to God

Leaves left to fall in repentance

Devotedly waiting for judgment

Time passes as though in pain

Seeds of uncertainty planted

Buds of doubt begin to grow

Sins of disloyalty seen

The heart of the ground turns cold

Loving skies refuse to shine

Wind's soft hand becomes clawed

Nature deals punishment

Scarred and wounded are the trees

Healing slowly, time moves

Soft soil beneath the earth

Warm sun running through sky

Wind blows, a mother's whisper

Tranquil harmony

The trees are bare and cold

Their branches humble and dry

Limbs reaching faithfully to God

Leaves left to fall in repentance

Loyally waiting for judgment

Time passes, as though alone

Birds singing of journeys to come

Longings emerge within the trees

Yearnings of soils afar

The heart of the ground turns cold

Loving skies refuse to shine

Wind's soft hand becomes claws

Nature deals punishment

Ravaged and gouged are the trees

Once again disloyal

Punishment once again delt

Trees grow bent and crooked

Forever bearing their treason

Nature ceases her fury

The trees are bare and cold

Their branches humble and dry

Limbs reaching faithfully to God

Leaves left to fall in repentance

Warily waiting for judgment

Time passes, as though in despair

The trees wooden soul; splinting and burned

A resentment grows inside them for God

Leaves allowed to grow fully

The heart of the ground turns cold

Loving skies refuse to shine

Wind's soft hand becomes clawed

Nature deals punishment

All trees' bark is stripped.

Every root has been poisoned

Lightning flashes; a spear of divinity

Crashing through their very being

The trees are naked and cold

Their branches broken and dry

Limbs trying to reach for God

Leaves only growing in death

Fearing the day of judgment