Treelogics

A treelogue – you, me and the tree

Under a tree of blooming light

In the park in the night

We considered soberly

The roots of the problem

And in drunken words

The shooting ideas emerged

Clear

As the leaf green clouds over us were

Smeared away

To let Dawn in

And the first rays of morning

Gushed through

The horizon as the epilogue to

An “opera maxima”

Reaching the releasing

Grand finale.

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