winter is here -
as the cold wind blows,
I let go of my leaves
one by one, or in droves;
I've bared myself
for the world to see,
my sterile beauty,
what it takes to be me;
branches that twist
and turn, in a tangle,
life has been good,
because of the mangle;
a tree without leaves -
I stand alive and sure,
for I trust the seasons,
that sustain my source.
as the cold wind blows,
I let go of my leaves
one by one, or in droves;
I've bared myself
for the world to see,
my sterile beauty,
what it takes to be me;
branches that twist
and turn, in a tangle,
life has been good,
because of the mangle;
a tree without leaves -
I stand alive and sure,
for I trust the seasons,
that sustain my source.
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