In a small field by a tower,
Grew a sapling next to flowers.
Its own petals bloomed this day,
A promise of fruits without delay.
A cherry tree young and sweet,
All the other trees it'd greet,
And together sway in the breeze,
Bathing in the rustling of leaves.
A lemon tree young and cynical,
Its branch growth was liminal,
It had begun without a...
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