The silent blue air
Tints the icy leaves
Glass painted tones of green
The bark stands like frozen cocoa
Its breath smells like mint chocolate.
The sound
Of the chainsaw
Shivered the tree
The heat screamed out its tears.
The man who holds the chainsaw
Metallic ice glazes his eyes
He cannot see the tree's screams
His eyes cannot melt at low temperatures.
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