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Soft Green

The soft green needles of a misshapen pine are adorned with raindrops that are diamonds in the gently moving breeze. A small sparrow, or a dusk- colored dove will perch on a branch against the lemon-white sky. The birds bask in silky effulgence as their stygian hues captivate, for they are a Night luminosity within the buttercup light, amongst a colorful land. The birds' wings are folded against their body, while the tree reaches out to hold the bird until their wings unfold. They lift into the heavens that redress the birds into a light sienna, or deep grey tints, within the afternnoon sunlight. Later in the day the the tree will steep in a late Spring-lit evening.

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