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The Flowering Tree

Tall and short together,
White branches reach up
Searching for gold in the heavens.

Ivory petals fall as snow,
Warm on the skin,
A gentle caress from Nature's hand
On my upturned face.

Low branches wrap around me,
Enfold me in their softness.
My eyes close.
Sweet sun-warmed fragrance washes over me,
God-like in it's beauty.
No Icarus,
But Athena warm in all her glory
Carries me away on radiant wings of golden Light.