Dry winds blow through my statuesque oak tree it sways with a few cold leaves, and empty branches. Winter has not been cold; it has been warmer, arid, and dry. To my surprise a rare ice storm graced us in the myst of arid and dry.

My beautiful statuesque oak portrays the majesty of its creation. While its branches lie low with the weight of ice, a winter wonderland appears. The empty branches sparkle as the sun beams through them.

With ease I see rainbow colors emerge among the dead leaves and branches. My oak tree will grow new leaves and recover from the cold. I delight in the absences of the leaves, and look up at the open blue sky to see heavenly beauty. Thanksgiving centers me just like my oak tree in this alluring moment.