Twistest the twigs of branched shrub
Dripps of water hange from
Since le rain de after dawn
Life buddeding through its tips
Anti-blanched from tension l'eau
Ode to moss of the arbor grown
Always a companions life to it
Lets, the dropping drovided a wind
Blown northern breeze for the fall
Grips untill freeze, n'er to arrive
Alas, days pasts, plants lasts
Bright with sunbeams drip
Tis a fluids all its own
Dries and dried like fruit
Still succulent and life given
Groundd anti-whetted and forgotten
Wishes for moon streamed existence
Seen in the last bits of snow allowed
Family to familiar felt, melt
Added final, a connexion completed
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