A secluded tree
hangs his heavy bones
above the snow
An old man with fatigue
trudging through a season
colored white and grey
But there is solace
in the monotonous
white of winter
For he knows that
his roots are still
buried in the warm core
of Earth's silent spring
And there is where
his hope lies -
entangled in the embroidery
of sleeping flowers
who will once again
be beckoned by the sun
to circle round
the skeleton tree
and thaw away
his misery
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