How do trees feel in the Winter?
Do they miss their leaves that once held on like a force like gravity?
Green as emeralds on a dutchess' throat that then caught fire in reds and golds and set said trees ablaze with the brevity of life, only to fall down dead and brown.
And then the snow and the ice and the Northern wind came and laid their weighty burdens on their naked boughs.
So for three months those trees shivered and shook, remembering their former glory until fragile rays of life touched their heads. Those rays grew in size and strength and melted away the sorrow of winter to reveal rebirth beneath.
Lovely small green shoots of the future had been concealed and the trees gasped a deep breath, realizing that as long as roots of hope stay firm in the ground, life will always return in spring.
Then small jewels of blossoms grew and bedecked the trees with fresh new petals, more lovely than years gone by.
Those blossoms soon change to thick strong leaves that shelter fruit and seed, the legacy of those Giants of Earth.
As it always has been, those seeds fell, and the leaves were set ablaze again by the setting sun of Autumn. The Harvest Moon comes and bestows the kiss of death, and their bright beautiful garments turn brown and fall.
Naked again they wait shivering until spring returns.
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