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The beauty and the begining that is spring...full of abundance.
Makes way for the long days of summer...full of work and full of play.
And life is good.
Fall arrives with a cooling of the days
Small hints here and there of the winter days to come.
Days that will become colder...bleak and unyeilding.
Finally empty,  like the decidious tree that has lost all its leaves

Throughout the beauty of spring,  the long summer days
and the cooling of fall, the little sparrow sings her beautiful song.
Full of happiness,  joy and wonder.    Life  is good.
As fall moves into winter  her song becomes infrequent.
Spending more time trying to stay alive.
Flying further afield seeking that to sustain her.

The discovery of a feeder brings new life and hope for the coming days.
She returns again and again  gaining strength and again,  she sings her song.
But  alas  it is not to be.
This feeder too  with its initial abundance  will dwindle down  
until it gives its final offering.

The little sparrow sings her song from the naked branches of the tree that holds her.
Sings her beautiful song although the cold of the surroundings is chilling her pittiful body.
Soon the chill will cease the song,  her eyes will close,  her body will begin to freeze.
What's left of her heart valiantly tries to continue to keep the whole alive.
But it too  will succomb to the cold.
And the frozen little body in the grasp of a empty tree
tumbles silently from the branches,  cold and frozen.