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I. The Tree’s Spring

A lonely tree stood in a field, it stood alone through winter
But when the spring started anew it had more than limbs
That adorned it; it had little buds that peeked out
Of the purest form of white that shined under the sun.
The little tree was delighted with what it had grown
It had turned away from the lonely winter by
Going into the spring that it never knew it could.
Spring was a season the little tree enjoyed
As it watched its buds become part of it
And they have become more than just
Attachments adorned on the little tree
In fact the little tree found itself through
The little buds that appeared so suddenly.
If the little buds would remain then the tree
Didn’t mind at all what would come for it
Was no longer lonely, it had many friends.