Green sprouting from the ground,
shaking from cold although trying not to.
Looking around at the world it so desperately wanted to see.
Then it sleeps at night and grows during the sunlight that it knows as it's nourishment.
It's tiny twigs turn into branches where birds lay their eggs and squirrels dance around each other with the sun.
The leaves grow into a deep green and it's sides become good hard wood to keep it and it's companions warm through the ever cold night.
Then in the morning the arms of branches are free to stretch in the wonderful sun.
The squirrels keep dancing while being under the sun and with the beat of the wind.
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