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-by Neo Blaqness

There are moments
I cannot help
but be jealous
of a tree
and how easily
it can shake loose
its leaves
in the autumn breeze
and fold its life
into itself
until the cold
of winter melts
and its branches yawn
outstretched for spring
to hug the sun
so intimately
sprouting follicles
of green
that shade and feed
all living things
through the sweltering
summer heat
til autumn calls
once more to sleep
and safely dream
whilst rooted deep