Wars of Ice
Trees in the fall,
When ice hits them
In a wintery war.
With death
And sadness,
Shivering breath
And storming madness
It hits them hard and strong.
They don´t survive for long.
Deers cry,
birds don´t fly.
The war is won
By their foe.
Dead trees,
Still
They stand.
When the sun returns
They live.
It seems…
There was never a fight!
How can one fear darkness
When there is light?
Copyright Sara Kehrer
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