The trees twist in the darkness of a moonless night,
Branches cracked and broken,
Waiting for their final fall.
Snow floats to earth, reflecting light—
Tiny sprouts begin to rise,
The breeze carries whispers, entangled with doubt.
Silence stretches through the hollow,
Settling in fresh-turned burial soil.
Stars blink behind a veil of clouds,
As birds begin to stir and call—
Sunlight breaks the heavy shroud,
And warmth returns… with sound.
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 11:41 PM UTC
The trees twist in the darkness of a moonless night,
Branches cracked and broken,
Waiting for their final fall.
Snow floats to earth, reflecting light—
Tiny sprouts begin to rise,
The breeze carries whispers, entangled with doubt.
Silence stretches through the hollow,
Settling in fresh-turned burial soil.
Stars blink behind a veil of clouds,
As birds begin to stir and call—
Sunlight breaks the heavy shroud,
And warmth returns… with sound.
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