Jasmine stars parade and a little bird hides among
the heart-shaped leaves of the redbud tree outside my kitchen window.
As a child such a tree was my home.
I swung from its limbs, climbed through its branches
made myself a nest and read Little Woman in the shade of its leaves shaped like wings.
Today my heart sings praise to a world where redbud trees still blooms.



lovely picture and words. Thanks
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Thank you,danLrene
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