As the season changes through a gradual transition,
As the colors fade and dull,
Where leaves shed, barks chip and fall,
Branches left bare amongst the wind.
Its time for a change, a subtle timid retractment from the environment,
To hide from the harshest of the world has to offer,
Snuggled tight in shelter awaiting for its moment,
Humbled with its hidden potential,
To spring back to its first bloom.
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