How did I end up here?
Last I knew I was hanging from a tree
Am I drowning in this flowing byway?
Or am I able to float above the debris?
The sun shines on my many colors
Glowing at me in utter dismay
As if it knows an ominous secret
Another cycle of seasons at play.
Icy crystals will blanket nature
Wind whispers a future path
Dark winter the foreboding traitor
Time designing the aftermath.
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