Shadows surround me
Frail and meek
Dark bark on the tree
I am feeling weak
The cold of winter gnashes its terrible teeth
Against such forces, I have no defense
A frightful distance the ground beneath
My dread and loneliness immense
First one, then another, friends went before
I cannot look it is too far of a drop to fall
The agony of impending doom, the forest floor
But at last, the tree it will give me its all
A silent release
My stem gives out
The very last piece
Of Autumn about
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