Begin Anew

A light flutters by the tree, waiting for the time to glow.

It whispers quietly to the wind, staying close to oaken tree.

Leaves rustle gently, a soft sigh of quiet expression.

Stiff bark wheathers a timeless storm, before the daylight breaks the dawn.

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