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Soft Green Pine Needles

The soft green needles of a misshapen pine tree are adorned with raindrops that are diamond glints on the needles, as the branches gently move in the breeze. A small sparrow, or a larger fish crow will perch on the Pine against the lemon- white sky. The birds will bask in silky effulgence, their stygian hues within the buttercup light captivate for they are a night luminosity amongst a colorful Fertility. The birds' wings are folded against their body, as the tree insists in reaching out to hold the bird, until its wings unfold, spread, lift into the heavens that redress the birds into a black green; or deep grey dove tints, within the sunlight.. later in the day the descending dusk will dust the sky, the flush of the tree will steep in a late Spring-lit evening. As the birds, the tree infuse into the Darkness.

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