My Book of Trees
A golden rain tree caught my eye,
in a book of trees I planned to buy.
I imagined when summer time came,
floating yellow flower petals,
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down like rain.
I know I have no yard to see,
my flowering yellow clustered tree.
But still my book of trees is there,
and falling petals jewel my hair.
Copyright © Darlene Gifford | Year Posted 2014
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