To color you green
And brown and white
And healthy again
As I remember you
Long time ago.
I would try to stik
The thin leaf of me
On your old scar,
Right and tight,
Strengthen the bark,
Stopping night fight.
Healing your fear,
Make grief desappear.
So, hidden in stings
I'm waiting for springs.
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