Armored Trees

Thanks for tuning in luvz! I have a poem for you…..

Storm patterns echo across dark skies

The air was sharp and fresh as it blew over powder covered trees

Limbs on those stocky tree branches had begun to slump as the snow froze onto them

They stood without wavering like Iron gate guards dressed in their white body armor doing their job. Their job?
To protect and oversee! -Donnie Sharrell/Ladonya Burks