i notice branches were prune
forming cute shape of a cone
now i have free view to roam
while passing time in my room
i know it will grow on the way
i will enjoy when i'm home early
flower bloom are wilting to heat
water sprinkler can not save it
i will pick dried petals and leaves
cut the grass to give yard a lift
maybe i could get that second look
from those beautiful eyes walk
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