The trees are covered in ice.
They're all bowing, falling in shame as the ice continues to weigh them down.
Shattered resistance litters the ground.
Broken tree limbs, destroyed by the overbearing ice.
It seems all hope is lost for these beautiest things.
Who knew ice, so beautiful could be so deadly.
The ever brilliant sun begins to rise.
The moon bowing it's head in defeat as it allows the sun to rise.
Our warriors made of ice, melting at the sight of such beauty.
They glimmer and cascade rainbows.
Causing a twinge of pain in the trees as they watch their enemies melt away.
So small.
So beautiful.
So horrid.
The trees have risen once again.
Standing tall and straight.
Their power and pride having been returned.
They're all bowing, falling in shame as the ice continues to weigh them down.
Shattered resistance litters the ground.
Broken tree limbs, destroyed by the overbearing ice.
It seems all hope is lost for these beautiest things.
Who knew ice, so beautiful could be so deadly.
The ever brilliant sun begins to rise.
The moon bowing it's head in defeat as it allows the sun to rise.
Our warriors made of ice, melting at the sight of such beauty.
They glimmer and cascade rainbows.
Causing a twinge of pain in the trees as they watch their enemies melt away.
So small.
So beautiful.
So horrid.
The trees have risen once again.
Standing tall and straight.
Their power and pride having been returned.
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