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Whistling trees curling branches around the wind;

Heavy with heart and rain.

Pushing their branches to the sky

Straining for new heights, new leaves.

Yearning for the rays of rebirth;

A desire for reunion.

Returning love, growing from roots to branch end.

Stretching for that comforting push

Of leaves flowering on branch ends.

With the return of promise;

Of renewed contact.

Standing, beaten, woven, tall.

Dappled rays fanning its growth,

From speechless to mighty.

Always reaching.

Pouring strength to its roots,

Feeding with caresses of wisdom

And precious understanding.

Leaves fall away,

Returning termly.

Never forgetting

Still reaching, still fighting,

Inspired saplings, following.

Rising.