Melted snow,
Child of a warm day,
Embraced it with viscous water,
But set it free,
And let it float
In the eye of cool grey skies.
The skies took a new guest,
They carried it ways but so vast
They lost it far in the West..
Then a feather fell on a pine.
So tall and slender,
With emerald branches,
Gently guiding its fall,
Young pine
Made it brush sandy soil
To rest
In the moss,
By a nest.
A.K.
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