#1
A wooden cloak with a marble shine
Towering over me into the stars
Its long and infinite fingers are
Breaking off because of this harsh winter

So tall and bold this tree stands
Though I can hear the screams of vultures
Looming in the air

I can?t help but feel that this
gentle tree will fall
But not because of this harsh winter
#4
Search the title in google. As for what its about...well thats always left for your own interpretation.