branches swaying in the wind
all lithe, subtle and fresh
Twisting, twisting, twisting
the black trunk bending
to the flowing sky
Twirling, twirling, twirling
the topmost leaves fluttering
in a subtle joy
Singing, singing, singing
each pure round bud
a dimpled oval beam of freshness
Smiling, smiling, smiling
watching the lean grace
the slender, the beautiful
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