Heavy hands and heavy hearts

In the spring people love the trees for their bountiful blooms bursting forth brazenly with new life.  In the summer those same people love the trees for the familiar leaves brilliantly green against the blue sky.  In the fall the foliage puts on a final show.  Rainbow colored leaves dance on the breeze, yellow, red, orange, brown, and even pink but no one loves the trees in the winter.  No one admires the way they stand naked against the cold, while we wrap ourselves up and put layers between us and the world.  They will hold up their best with branches weighed down by ice and snow, and though some limbs may break the trees will remain strong waiting to be loved again in the spring.