Stark, black tree over there.
Why are your limbs so bare?

I will tell you what used to be here.

In the spring I'm covered in new leaves and flowers.
In the summer, I'm as green as mold in the shower.
ha ha ha

In the fall, my leaves turn red and tumble to the ground.
In the winter I'm a stark, black tree; emptiness is how I'm crowned.

Stark, black tree over there.
This is why your limbs are bare.