Reasoning Sorrow

She'd been lately drawing dead trees, on asking her the reason, she told she's interested in its state of decay. Dead on the inside, but still standing firm like a silent guardian refusing to submit to death. Much like her, to be true After 10 years of contemplation, a fresh bud started sprouting from her branches of hope. But a cruel hand of fate plucked it off her tender body. ...And now she stands dead in the stillness of winter, but yet she stands, tall and straight braving the howling winds and the cruel storms as an epitome of determination far beyond all expectations after suffering an incongruent miscarriage like a dead tree.