Sparkled Winter

Your branches swing in the breeze
your branches filled up with leaves
your branches grow at night,
but no mater what the winter will strike
you have nothing to worry about
your sleeping bark has grew correctly
your leaves fall and you are gone
until next summer you shall wake
to see all you left and held very dearly to your heart.

Poem I wrote back in 2006 and just thought I would add it to show how much my writing style (poem style) has greatly changed.