She is a tree,
Barren and cold,
But still warm on the inside.
She is strong,
Braving the winter storms,
Using past defeats to propel her.
Silently snows layers atop her desolate branches,
Sending unseen shivers to her soul.
A blanket of frost covers her roots
While whistling wind stings all over.
Yet she is steady,
As the snow slowly melts away,
The world wavers for a moment
Not knowing what will happen next.
In an instant the world is at full tilt,
She is beautifully blooming,
Providing shade from the searing sun,
Allowing all to laze,
Enjoying the days of constant calm,
Watching sprouting saplings arise,
Sharing all she's ever learned.
Content with the cool breeze,
Able to go wherever the wind blows her leaves,
She is a tree.
She is strong.
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