The Lone Tree
Frozen droplets of ice fall
upon the scorched ground.
Twisting grotesquely
reaching for the sky.
Finding only the thin
cold air is the single
tree. It wants so desperately
to stretch out its broken
limbs. The deformed roots
cry as the sparse leaves blow.
On the icy ground lies
the ashes of green from when
it still wore its coat.
Now all that remains are its
remains.
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