Willows, roses, wide green meadows
tapestry of life
strange bedfellows
I bend backwards, like a swaying stem, waiting in the dead of day
lucky to be far away from all the mayhem
In wild red poppy fields, cutting through the stubborn weeds
a mystery is revealed
Now, when the trumpets sound, our hearts that are friendship bound, merge in some strange alliance
Fingers braiding dandelions
No rest for the weary
little birds are cheering to brighten our day
Hedges and thorns - no longer in our way
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