The snow is heavy on the green,
The quietest and sharpest scene.
The stalks will bend but never break,
Beside the frozen, sleeping lake.
A lesson in resilience found,
Without a single spoken sound.
To bow beneath the heavy weight,
And patiently accept your fate.
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