Sun shining brightly through the summer leaves, revealing their anatomy to the dangerous world outside the quivering arms of their ancient mother.
Rustling on the ground and crunching beneath my feet, welcoming the warm colours of autumn as you drift slowly to the ground.
Standing tall, naked and vulnerable to the frozen world around you.
At ease gentle soldier, your children will return when the cold winter breaks.
Beckoned by the warmth of spring and the refreshing beads of morning mist.
The cycle has begun.
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