I'm looking outside
I see the tree
that stood all winter
without moving
It did not struggle
It just held its thoughts
inside of branches
that were sleeping
What was it thinking?
Did it have some lovely
dreams that were inviting
I'm looking at it in the warm afternoon sun
The buds are slowly growing
I see the swollen tips begin
to find their calling
The tree is stirring
And lucky me
I get to watch the spring unfurling
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