At
the highest point on the tree, you stretch, reaching for the sun.
Your
pink petals elegant in their grace, you stand alone.
Bravest
of all, for leaves have yet to come to offer shade
Branches
bare except for furry buds that will soon follow in imitation of your
daring first move.
Intrepid
flower of Spring, I feel like you in my yearning for the Sun!
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