between the ground and the trees
come colors that please
some red, some white, pink and yellows
all with life for them and wonderful smells for others
between the ground and the trees
they are things of beauty
an attraction of substance to that which know
yet for most, just a blur in the breeze
between the ground and the trees
some are soft and gentle
others are like snarling dragons
with teeth of thorns for leaves
between the ground and the trees
there is life and death
it's right there, just look
take a moment, hold someone's hand
between the ground and the trees
for some it's a home
for others a place to work
for god, a place to brush and be pleased
between the ground and the trees
it is where we persist
don't tarnish it with ugly
let it exist
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