Magnolia Tree

I smell my childhood
I smell looking out of the window
New grass
Fresh breeze
The birds and the bees they pollinate thee
Magnolia tree
It’s time to be free
If only I could be outside
A child again
So young and naive
Free from the worries of the seen and unseen
The buds brings me back to a time
Where my biggest joy
Was to see
The Magnolia tree
In full bloom

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