Lady Lissar

the trees
they reach their silver arms up to the sky
hoping for a glimpse of sun
yet the sky
cold grey
offers no solace
their roots are buried in frost
we crave light, they cry
the sun cracks the sky like an egg
sunlight spills across the joyous trees
melting into every leaf
new life blooms

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