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Yes, the Sun produces a lot of radiant energy

 
I watched the lady
plant a tree across
the street subconsciously
hearing the ice cream van
moving about the neighborhood
blaring his carousel music.


I didn't notice her doing it
until she was almost
finished, and packing
the dirt, gingerly around
its little tree trunk.

And now I still think
that tree has
always been there.  

The green green grass
of a small hillside, 
with one little emerald
fir tree now in the middle.

Oh lonely fir tree,
come with me,
I'll take you inside
to my island
and name you emerald,
and I'll fill all the
monstrous hillsides
with your
softened canaan beauty.  


Hillside after hillside,
where the sun's
radiant energy strikes
conifer upon your limbs.


The Cats on the
Mysterious
Green Island:



We hear stories,
One cat mentions;
Sometimes Dango
will go deep
in the jungle,
and he'll come back
with a story to tell of it.
Written by Pishashee
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