Amidst the chill of winter's air,
Pine trees stand so strong and fair.
Their branches, adorned with icy white,
Reflect the sun's soft, fading light.
Their needles rustle in the breeze,
A symphony of whispers, if you please.
As snowflakes dance from branch to ground,
A winter wonderland is found.
A promise of new growth to meet.
Though winter's grip is hard and cold,
The pine tree's spirit is brave and bold.
So let us take a moment to see,
The beauty of the pine tree's majesty.
In winter's harsh and bitter cold,
The pine tree stands, steadfast and bold.
