,

Holding On

Berries laying under the snow,

Holding strong

Though the wind does blow.

And the storm is long,

The berries cling to the branches

Holding strong

Even in avalanches.

Never falling to the ground,

Birdsong fills the air, berries still

Holding strong

Until the birds begin to peck.

One by one,

Berries lose their hold.

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