Tree Climber

Morning And I fill my bucket With sun And am off to a Summer gathering of larks In trees that smell warm And sugary. Climbing I find a wide And leafy spin of green Wherein to close my eyes And cool And breath $ %Alone mid Larksong and Rustling nests.

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