he stood strong and grand 

full in his stature and 

aware in his presence 

immediately he had her attention 

but it wasn’t until he allowed his leaves, 

bold in color, to fall on her, 

trickling down over her, 

she awoke to his meaning 

to what he could give 

in her efforts she tapped his soul 

three times knocking 

hoping to collect his pure sugar sweetness 

that flowed from spout to 

bucket of her want and need and 

he gave and gave of himself and 

the bucket always remained 

half full for her


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