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Bianco
And so, in autumn
The leaves fall
And the trees stop hearing
The praises of the wind
So clear once
Now indistinct, if at all
Branches sag, sadly
They know the willow's pain
As they watch the evergreens
Never falter
Or gaze at the sapling's
First winter
Too young for molestation
Or error
The evergreens provide
Branches for climing
Source for exploration
Interest
A hidden spot
For brave, shivering lovers
Right out of a storybook
And there stands the maple
Proud in it's own bareness
Young and growing
Already taller than most
But now, in this time
It hunches
Separate from the lifelike
Winter trees
When spring comes
His glory will return
Until then
It's a game of enduring
Shedding leaves like unburning tears
That hurt like fire
But never set flame
It has to happen, after all
It will not break
No matter how the cloudy snow
Bends him
