In that cold night,
When  summer breeze flashed some light,
Something whispered as an echo,
to sustain and hold it tight,
Whilst the rustling trees danced beyond my eyes,
And reached its summit of ice,
Being a shadow I praised it's life,
But the things unknown stayed as such....
One fine day,
when the pride of slavery began to arise,
Those secrets finally unraveled,
Where a shadow is nothing but a shade of dark,
Like those tones of million stars...
When a tree lost its shadow at last,
A soul that remained lost its reign,
And thus ends the tale of a lost shine..

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Author's note

Sometimes in life you will never know something's or someone's value until it's really gone...so dear friends or readers always try to grab onto whatever you  have, because it's worth is unknown until you completely loose it.... like the shadow of the tree.