Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Color Me White

A spruce tree, I have needles green

That unlike leafed trees I do wear

Through each and every season scene.

Always my needles do be there.

Yes, old fall off, but new ones grow.

With needles I never have need

To bear bare limbs cuz ever so,

Always lots of needles indeed.

Now in the winter there can be

Times when my green needles turn white.

Such occasions I'm as a tree

Even more of an awesome sight.

When winter snow and ice occur,

This fir is spruced up in white fur.