What makes the tree branch grow so twisted

Growing unnoticed until autumn insisted

In stripping the tree of its life giving leaves

To question the truth in all we believe

But the tree knows the truth, its faith is not shaken

The sun will return, it is never mistaken

And life will sprout new with Spring’s freshest breeze

Restoring our faith, to make us believe

In all that is good, renewed, but concealed

Until autumn commands that the truth be revealed