Breath

As the blade was slid across the tree
The branches turned black
And the leaves rained down
Onto the cold ground
The leaves crimpled and spread
They filled the night like bats
Hunting for prey
The shrieking of the wind stirred them
But they did not come back
The tree became naked
It turned black and died
There was no heartbeat
The wind screamed through the branches
It ruffled the leaves but still
It did not come back

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