When I see you
shining
I remember
times like these
when you
were seen through the trees
just being
your glorious self.
So if I was a pixie or a little elf
I would be
playing freely
sliding down your wattle boughs
leaping golden pollen balls
rolling round with glee
as springtime sees you
glow so generously.
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