Unnoticed, yet unbroken.

Shedding with the seasons, yet permanent as ever.

I’ve been through many winters, countless more harsh than this.

Even without snow, I stand ice cold. Mine skin get white to show my resolve.

I’m made to battle the seasons even if they do not show.

Do not be perturbed by the bed of skin at my floor.

It serves to reveal my true colors.

I am relieved once I can shed my [rough], elaborate exterior.

I am myself, [true] & smooth to the touch. White as cream. Reaching out to the others and the sky.

Red in the roots, white in the crown.

I feed inhabitants green. And shelter dwellers orange.

Unnoticed, yet unbroken.

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