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And you will see the trees awakening
Even now
The sycamore and birch
Soundlessly siphon living water
Through root, trunk and branch
Drawn by light.
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In only days, the oak and hickory
On hill and mountain will bud
And the tiny, furry dots
At the end of every twig
Will give a red tinge to the mountainsides
Morning and evening.
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