I hear a song that a tree sings
this summer again
the apple tree in my backyard has its music notes on every branch
the peach tree next to it has many rest symbols this year
I can see their fruits of the past and the future years
some are eaten and some are kept
by mother nature and their children
They keep coming back like a round song
I am one note, maybe a quarter note
in the symphony of my backyard
who would remember the whole music
when mother nature plays only a part of it for some of us
I love to be a part of it
when someone plays my note
I would not even notice it unless you tell me it is me
I am good only in the whole music
With my humble prayer
I want to hear the first move
and the second, maybe third
It would be someone else who can hear the finale of it
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