let the...

wind swirl with me tonight...
and upon the tamarack
let her be covered in white,
crystals reflecting her moon’s light.
deep, well rounded are her roots...
movements, golden are the shoots.
along banks that harbor her sand
now blend the blue water...
form wet, a hardness upon her land.
let the cold come more than twice
she and the tamarack...
she, too, is covered within ice.
skating out on the frozen plain
barren is her world to tame
yet she sees the life
ever growing she withers strife
smile upon smiles
and the beach’s winding miles
no more,
for she has,
gentled her trials.