@bellamy
Beneath a winter veil of pale blue light,
The giants stand, their arms in silent plea,
Twisted sinews etched against the white,
A lattice drawn by wind’s eternity. No leaf to cloak their stark, unyielding grace,
Yet every branch a vein of ancient song,
They cradle clouds in their embrace,
Where secrets of the seasons all belong. Roots unseen, they drink the frozen breath,
Of earth that dreams beneath the snow’s soft shroud,
Defiant in their leafless, living death,
They whisper to the sky, unbowed, unvowed. In quiet strength, they teach the heart to rise,
Through barren hours, toward the endless skies.
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