Weave a fine gold rope a hammock is made in between plants the fragrance applies on her wrists She enjoys the air, the sun and the smell of tree trunk Kids prance around the tree her hammock rocks softly tiny rivers ferment the soil different flowers grow the rose and the flowers sing pollens rise Her cheeks blush from the warm shivers bees harvest the nectar for honey, impregnate stigma plants with pollens plants grow applies, cranberries, broccoli we bite with a great delight Our parents; the Sun and the Air create trees all creatures exhale carbon dioxide in exchange the trees pour oxygen into our mouths the world carries the joy around and around.
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