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Writer's picturePaula Marolewski

Rebirth


The trees lift their skeletal fingers

heavenward,

their royal robes in tatters

hang upon them

and inevitably

drop to the ground.

Soon bare and naked to

the ravaging winds and cold,

they continue their silent plea to

the Creator to clothe them again in the

delicate green of a new life and

a new hope.

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