Green bursts through the hillside,
Like a clap of thunder
After the lightning strikes.
Blue glows in the ocean high,
With white streaks of day.
Sun streams through
The green on the hillside,
Dancing as though around a campfire.
-Madelaine Irene
Two Twin Trees
Alongside Eachother.
Their Boughs Extend
Close To The Touch
But Not Close Enough
The Twig of a Twig
The Prick of A Leaf
The Tiniest Touch Stands
Between The Twin Trees
Together They'll Stand,
Two Twin Trees
Never To Touch
The other Untouched
Tree's Hand.
-Madelaine Irene
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