At season’s end you display brightly
All the year’s promise though not rightly
Coming with crisp air almost nightly
With your pale branches arching slightly
Pure melody of wind and refrain
Warms through me as it drifts down the lane
Then from no where suddenly comes rain
Drenched again with the agent of pain
Looking up to the light green of blue
There’s no perfection in any other hue
Gazing over to heaven in view
To look past the forest and see you
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