Silver arms
Reaching up
Delicate
And yet bearing
Weight
A big middle
Rough
Covered in patterned skin
Big enough
That my arms don't
Wrap around
The course outside
The snow comes down
Landing on
The spindly arms
Tiring them
Drooping them
The moon comes
And yet the delicate limbs
Still reach towards the sky
The iced arms
Catching the light
From the moon
Creating sparkles
Creatures know
Of this beauty
And call it their home
Relying on the limbs
To stay warm
In the wintery air
And yet it still stays
Strong and tall
Silver arms
Reaching up
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