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Young bud sprouts from out of a true love’s mouth
Quickening in the time of revolutionary aspects 2b
Raised on waves of good vibrations incoming sensations
As the hue of reality is decidedly green…..
Rhythmic waddling has me knowing not what is 2b
Yet my brown roots keep me secure and happy in me
Nurtured by living water in thoughts and coincidence
Maintenance through chastising events fostering growth
Burgeoning branches wafting in winds reveling in variety
High off of societies’ sub-culture influencing 2b contain
Temporarily stunted from stalks outgrowing cracks in street
Cool breeze always signals an ending in reason
Seasoned and aptly affording shelter for new growth
As eyes look up to study the skies for meanings of how
And for what purpose is for a single tree 2b within forests
As these leaves reflect my present pleasing and thankful view….
Once young and green, now maturing good in hue of gold aging
