If clouds used to be trees
Who wrestled free to soar
Then trees used to be thoughts
Rising green from the ground
But only so far before
Leaves and birds re-shackle them
To perennial configurations
The evidence of the clouds
Some trees connect
With a new source of feeling
A buoyancy inside themselves
That gets as far as flowers
Clouds caught in their branches
Thoughts that fall and soar
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