A yellow splintered heart for your thoughts
Or some sappy dreams to hang from my boughs
A dusting of yellow pollen in the springtime
Tall swaying perches to rest weary wings
Does my pine-ness offend thee?
Such a shame
For my roots go deep
With an uncontrollable urge to populate
In a barrage of bomb-like pine cones every fall
Tree study at 12:28 AM
Or some sappy dreams to hang from my boughs
A dusting of yellow pollen in the springtime
Tall swaying perches to rest weary wings
Does my pine-ness offend thee?
Such a shame
For my roots go deep
With an uncontrollable urge to populate
In a barrage of bomb-like pine cones every fall
Tree study at 12:28 AM
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