An overcast, wet morning...

Two branches lay fallen before me...

A decaying, leafless branch that shattered upon the ground, as it was meant to...

And a young, tender branch that was struck down by some profane force of the storm...

And the sun breaks through the cloudy grey cover, only to reveal the lush green brillance of its new leaves...

Soon it starts to rain again and both are swept away, leaving my lip to quiver and my heart to weep...

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