I seem to have lost my coat.
The wind will bite and blister.
Have you seen it?
The leaves will fall to the cold earth.
I'm beginning to miss my coat.
Their colors: sun and dirt.
I wish I had it.
The trees will be cold.
They've lost their coats, as well.
The wind will bite and blister.
And they will wish they had them.
I stand here,
A tree myself.
Naked like my brethren.
Shivering in the night air
We mourn our loss.
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