Redbud

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Redbud stretched her branches in the cool rain,
welcoming with pink petals the Spring shower
and shading the vehicles in the lane
and wondering what exactly was a “rush hour”.

Redbud was a tree fairy knowing nary
noise nor hustle nor confusion of a city—
she simply had to grow, like any tree fairy,
standing there, apart and content and pretty.

The hustle and bustle of human kin
seemed a lot of effort for little reward;
why not just dig your thirsty roots in
and flaunt your flowers when you were bored?

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