The sun fades in and out as it drifts lazily among the clouds high above. Appearing cool and pale then shifting slowly bright and strong. The little white flowers reflect the sun's wanderings. They are soft white blooms dancing on the trees. The sun shines down and they become brilliant, almost blinding... like snow. Melting now... into soft petals still smiling in the muted sunlight. Almost as though at any moment a fairy might be sleeping in the cool quiet palm of one of the blooms. A strong breeze comes, the branches sway, and the flowers laugh with the sun. Singing their joy.
-written 3/21/2011-
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