Broken and bowed, flattened in the fallow field
By wind, by snow, by the forces of winter
in our absence, showing the way
of the prevalent elements, revealed now
as the snow sinks into the earth,
the natural path, the direction of the spheres
spinning in their revolutions around
our primal star, crushing in its flame and light,
proof that the universe goes on without us,
that beauty exists beyond our existence;
let us recognize it while we can, with gratitude.
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