Only in winter the tree can show
all its fine branches and twigs.
In summer with leaves you’d hardly know
the beautiful and pointed sprigs.
They point at the sky above or below
towards the basis and roots of the tree.
Whereby the expert is certain to know
which species of tree we here see.
But for an ignorant person like me
this view of a tree with the sky
is a pleasure, as nature can often be,
whose beauty could just make me cry.