Her roots anchored deep
In the slush of the world
Head held high
In the freedom of the sky
Her incense cask of love,
Her heart of sheer beauty
Open to every bee
That may chance to pass by
She beckons silently in grace
Come tarry a while
Rest your tired wings
Drink of my nectar sweet
Restore your strength
My fragrance make you high
Do feast on pollen yummy
And off and on ye fly!
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