During my short,
and bone-chilling walks
through the snow I often
admire the bold Evergreen.
He stands tall and rarely
bows to the wind;
reminding me that
life and hope prevail.
Then, today, I looked
to the great Oak.
She, too, stands out amongst the others
with her old brown crunchy leaves clinging
closely to the branches.
"I'd prefer the Evergreen,"
I thought.
Then, I heard her leaves rustle.
And I realized, the great Oak knows,
more than any other,
to dance with each whisper
of music the wind provides.
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