A small spinally trunk

Began to grow 

Over the years of spring storms and 

Seasons of winter’s ice 

It grew reaching 

And sometimes struggling 

To continue to strengthen 

Within the seasons

The birds singing into 

The branches of knurly 

Knots twisting into green 

Bouquets of leaves 

Nest began to take residence 

As the feathery friends found refuge 

Deep into the branches

The crescendo would begin

Darkness pulled by sunlight 

The shades of Morning 

Lifts into the spring of beginnings 

Quietness is overtaken by staccato songs

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