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Beneath a Blossom tree.
I stand midst the bough's of a blossom tree,
And my hand reaches out to the trunk,
It's roughned with age,and the seasons,
Life's pictures in the bark, I can see.
The top of the tree pushes skyward,
The sun and the stars, it's leaves reach
To greet.
The branches fold down all around me,
And a pink veil of blossom
Sweep's down to my feet.
Well phrased and a gentle
Well phrased and a gentle picture in verse. Very nice.
Thank you,it is a beautiful
Thank you,it is a beautiful tree.