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My mood blends
with the burgundy background
of a rigid tree,
as its last bits of hope
dwindle to the ground
and shrivels before it
Nothing to blanket
frozen finger-like limbs
stretched towards God,
praying for the loss of beauty
or possibly its purpose
No longer does it cast
thick shadows to cool grass
from the scorching heat of the sun's breath,
or a cozy home that tiny animals seek.
No longer can it lend protection
for birds that used to nest in its crevices,
but it stands sturdy and tall,
naked and proud,
dedicated in a prayer
that will soon be answered (yet, again)
in another season’s change
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The background fit perfectly and made me want to read more. 
Good luck!!
