Leaves turn down and float in the air,
Branchlets get bare
Trees look deserted
But the roots within
Secrete the message
That this is beginning not the end,
Trees will get green again,
Flowers will blossom
And ye will sing and dance
coz naturez at its work
to fill the emptiness.
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