In nature's realm, where life does bloom,
Bushes dance with trees, in nature's room.
With branches strong and leaves so green,
The trees stand tall, a wondrous scene.
But look closer, through poetic haze,
A hidden tale, where metaphor plays.
Bushes, soft and lush, they do entice,
Vibrant and alive, like paradise.
And trees, they rise, with vigor and might,
Symbols of strength, reaching for light.
In harmony they sway, a sensual affair,
Nature's passion woven, beyond compare.
Yet let us not reduce, to mere crude words,
For nature's beauty needs no borrowed birds.
Let bushes be bushes, trees be trees,
And in our minds, let love find its ease.
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