there are many trees, but one stands out
it is smaller than the rest
because it is so small it is perfect for the girl
she has so much beauty
so peaceful as she spots it
the perfect place to create her masterpiece
she sits and leans into that tiny tree
it fits perfectly to her back
as if it were made just for her
she sits thinking and pondering
all the possibilities that roam around her
she looks everywhere
it hits her just as the bell rings
and just as quick as it came
it was gone
lost in the wind
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