gone were pretty petals
fluttering from branches
kissing my eyes and bees
shiny buds bursting sprinkles
gathering nutrients from sun
making them robust top-down
breathing-out oxygen for us living
walking this earth and unknowing
would you have a time to tap a tree
a gesture for saying thanks for fresh
air we breathe and also the shed
yes they feel warmth of your hand
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