Stripped of her beauty, she stands alone, firm and strong.
Falling into sleep as Autumn fades. A time to restore her energy spent.
The cold and bitter winds of winter encircle her, testing her.
But she is safe, her armour protecting her, securing her delicate core from the many elements, shielding her from harm.
The rings of time hardened around her, embracing her, allowing her to sleep without worry.
As every day passes, she will take from the sun, bask in the light of the moon and quench her thirst from the soil drawing strength from her foundations, allowing her to grow.
When the time is right and the warmth of the earth awakens her spirit she will yet again show us her splendour. Give us her beauty.