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Winter tree, I saw you
shiver through the cold,
bleed your silver cuts
loose into the bark.

Winter tree, I saw you
through the distant mist
between the snow softly falling and
the hail that bruised the woods.

Winter tree, don't cry
I saw your tears run a river
I saw your fears knotted tight
--between the beauty and the death,
I saw you,
gasping for flight.

Winter tree, don't fade
though winter is grief
the promise is life.

Winter tree, have heart
though naked and raw
I saw you blossom
with the dew's fresh start

Winter tree, sing a lullaby
in desolate land;
your breath in the cold will
warm spring maidens fair
in the beauty of time due.


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