A crystalized limb hangs low on a barren tree,
Yet the moonlight reflects a glow of beauty.
The ever present wind now becomes the enemy.
The limb cries of itself seems unjust.
How can one so fragile withstand such opposition?
I must hold on to hope, for the darkness will pass;
And the morning sun will provide me strength.
Be patient, and the clouds will make way to a new tomorrow.
The limb continues to sway;
Only now notices the warmth of its enemy.
Its weight has lessened, its spirit never broke;
And the limbs hang high again,
Against the sunlight,
Reflecting a glow of beauty!! …