leaf waterfall
crests
hill's end
three saplings
bow to
winter
dirt, covered up
in color
shamefully
last green
crawls out from
brown bed
poets
seeking truth
natural light
silver composite
divided
mother ivy
pink petals
fight against
snowy demise
green hands
stretch and reach
sun
overcast
obscured by
brick
branches bend
parentally
over Earth.
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