Pine

Oh, pine of the park
Dressed in shaggy sleeves
Delicately laced with needles
Instead of fluttering leaves

Light blue morning clouds
Sunshine filtering through
Bright green on top
What I dream about is you

Birds sing
Breathe in spring
Distant bells ring
You’re my favorite thing

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