She is careless with her jewels.
They sparkle in colors of rubies and gold.
In the weakening sunlight her finery cannot be surpassed.
Her beauty is glorious
But it is shortlived and soon starts to fade
The wind snatches her good looks away
Slowly at first
But then in a rush
Until all that is left are her empty and lifeless branches.
She will lie dormant until life rises back through her veins,
When Spring returns.
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