In the frost it lies

Under the white blanket
under the starry skies
The frozen twig
in the frost it lies

drop of the dying tree
frozen dry of the life sap
Yet carrying the snow
on its selfless back

Awaiting the inevitable end,
trampled by an unknowing boot
Splintering into many
into the dust and soot

Seeping into the melting ice
flowing into the soil
Carrying its essence,
in its last altruistic toil

Deep in the soil
it waits for the new summer
the seed of the new tree
Curled in a wintery slumber

Continuous and resplendent
the circle of life strives
under the white blanket
in the frost it lies

Published by Echoes of the soul

I am a dreamer I weave tales in my mind I am connected to you through these words through this screen across the virtual world I and my tales within

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