Just enough leaves to mulch
My six hibiscus plants
Leaves that are the tree’s theft
Restored to the earth while the air
And the bees get the blossoms
The water rising as sap
Or falling as rain
The warmth of light
The cold of darkness
Settling into every gap
Isn’t this called happiness
Isn’t this what you would have
For your own heart
And the tree didn’t even mention
Wind and birds and stars
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