Bare branches shed no shade
They cast thin shadows --
creep upon the face.
A tree in winter,
blanketed in snow,
beauty in silence
but the season's cold.
Prayer for change.
Patience for Spring.
Waiting for leaves.
Beneath fuller boughs,
and the swaying green,
the music plays--
a forgotten melody.
The ear hears what the eyes already see.
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