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Healing Tree

Snow has sunk into the ground,

beaten and defeated by the soft rays of the sun.

I stare, seated in my kitchen,

at the pleasant pink and blue that peeks from behind the branches of a healing tree,

a tree that has weathered the winter, spurred on by the promise of return and renewal.

The sun rises,

and I rise with it,

birds hide in branches,

singing long forgotten songs,

about a hopeful spring and a happy summer,

as I step into the shower,

washing off my worries,

and hurrying towards hope,

like the healing tree in my back garden.

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