I met a tree upon the road, its leaves were green and red
All summer it had waited here. the fields around were dead
But jauntily it held aloftits branches, where a crow
Adroitly stepping into air flew off across the snow
And swirling downwards in its wake a single feather dropped
And for a moment in my tracks the world around me stopped
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