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The crisp teardrops of light,
the branches, so bare by day
shine with so much beauty by night.
The few leaves, so crisp and golden
tinkle blithely, so filled with joy
as the light touches them
making them sparkle.
Each leaf like unfolded origami,
each of the lines, sharp,
catching the light,
and making shadows and dew drops
dance to the music of light.