Many a bird
had celebrated in its lush foliage
with its merry chatter.
A ditty here, a tweet there.
Such sweet natter!
Now the tree stands leafless
in its muted autumnal glory,
narrating a silent story.
The bare branches sing a dirge
for their lost splendor.
But, tender leaves will emerge out of hibernation,
rustling the refrain of resurrection.
A celebration will once again be in the offing. Green and fresh.
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