with strong roots I grow
delicate branches
I blossom with gentle care
with love I offer my fruit
warmed by the sun
a grove of goodness
the scent of joy
spreads through my leaves
filling my heart with purity
snowy white heroine
humble and wise
eyes intent to gaze
to gather respectively
standing stock-still
beneath a dilapidated tree
a deep sunset
caresses the outline
of a stark landscape
the subtle scene serene
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