My Gloomy Tree

I wrote this poem in an icy winter, the trees were beautifully peaceful outside.

I wandered, gloomy as the winter tree
Drooping and exposed
Covered only by the cold snow
And frozen in the chilled weather.

With the icy wind gripping my skin,
Leaving me drooped, and cracked,
Like the dead trees of winter,
Gloomy like the hidden flower,
And frozen, like the branches of my friendly tree.