Looks can be deceiving, what can I say
Stature forlorn, weighed down by snow
But I was there and the truth, I know
No, it wasn't weakness or shame at all
It was not a day to spread her arms or proudly stand tall
For on that day the sun shone down and on leaves, a glisten
She was bowing in gratitude, the sun's wisdom she respectfully did listen
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