Five Minute Friday time...write for five minutes, unedited.
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Time to begin........
On a cold, December night the black silhouettes of barren plum trees contrast the heavy fog covering the field behind them. They cannot see beyond their limbs. They feel empty, alone, and forgotten. No one stops to admire them, praise their beauty, or eat of their fruit. The trees stand without purpose; remembering days of splendor. They cry out, “Be still and know that He is God.” Soon they will be adorned with dainty, white flowers and will sprinkle their spring snow on the ground. They will produce delightful fruit and send out sprouts of new life. No, work is not yet done. Comforted, they rest.