This is a golden shovel I wrote, inspired by the haiku, ‘Over the Wintry’ By Natsume Sōseki.

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Skeletal remains of an ancient tree, defeated and hunched over,

Branches, Like desperate hands,, grasping at the,

Cold, biting air, a shroud of wintry,

Desolation, where once lush greenery adorned the forest,

Now, only the memory of leaves, a victory hollow, wins,

Weave through barren boughs, a mournful howl,

Each creak and groan a lonesome cry, and,

A plea for the mercy of time, relentless in its cold rage,

No birds to perch, no life to stir, with,

Roots planted in the somber earth,no,

Remnants of life, just brittle bones that leaves,

have abandoned, to run, wild and free. A reminder of what was lost to,

The indifference of the seasons. Yet, as they come and go, the tree stands firm, and the lonely wins still blow.