Musings of a Lonely Tree

One by one, my leaves had tugged themselves free.

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Each one as it pulled away prepped me for the freezing winter.

Stark, I had stood for six months among the snowclad mountains,

facing the slings and arrows of the harsh winter.

Now, standing in the crisp weather,

I count on the gradually melting snow for the first leaves to sprout.

The sunshine brings along a warm comfort,

Nourishing these little fronds with such gentleness,

They shiver to the slightest whispers of the wind,

And life pours back into my frozen being.