A tree
Here it stays standing
All alone amidst the grass
Inside the field it sits up high
Leaves blowing in the light breeze
Ripples of green against blue
Shining in yellow sunlight
Bathing shrubs in the dark
Elegant
Freed
Bold
Magnificent
In my mind envisioned
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