Winter’s Tale


When the last leaf falls, the tree is heartbroken. It raises its bare arms skywards and beseeches heaven above. All it gets in return is bitter cold, howling wind, snow and ice. The tree stands steadfast, with arms raised in supplication, as though in penance. The wind whispers to it  that even the skies cannot undo what has been done. Snow covers the fallen leaves and frost glistens on every twig like tears. The tree must resign to its fate.





When spring comes, and the snow melts, the tree sees that the grass at its feet is still green. A tender leaf appears.


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