fresh soil, water and bowl,
the small tree now grow a blooming flower,
the fragrance pervade the whole room,
invade a small feeling,
love so they called.
love toward the flower,
so do the tree, the leaf and the stem,
including the root and shoot,
making the cracked on bowl almost invisible,
so do the scratch, scars and the wounds.
happily taking care of the tree,
preoccupied with trimming it,
forgetting about the light,
making life divinely precious once again.
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