like raindrops formed on branches
on the spindly brown tendrils
that reach for the sky
Their glossy facade
bunched up in lush groups
play home to the creatures
that call their sweet cry
The shimmering dims
and they wane with the seasons
yet this solitary beauty
knows not despair with time
But patience and quiet
as they wait o'er once more
to burst through and glisten
and luscious beauty restore
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