absence of winter yet the tree must die
no sign of frost but still the bird grows old
warmth surely but at the end all cold
something must come at last to chill the eye
ending the courage of even the bold
absence of winter yet the tree must die
leaves falling slowly under the blue sky
as in a story you once wanted told
all shrivelled brown not one turned red or gold
absence of winter yet the tree must die
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