Tutor
The cutting edge of Fall
Shears the leaves from trees,
Exposing them as ramrod tall
Soldiers soon to freeze.
These warriors of wood
Battle with the gale
Defiantly they’re braced, and should
Be, when Fall-winds wail.
Are we as brave as well?
How will we bear the burn
Of winter’s sleeted, bone-chilled hell?
Trees, help us learn.
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