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\"\"<\/span><\/p>\n

At a time<\/span><\/p>\n

When our shared breath was threat and possible death\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

When the streets emptied\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

and nature crept where tires no longer tread\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

When home became haven and prison\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

When we sheltered our lungs<\/span><\/p>\n

and the human world stood still<\/span><\/p>\n

Then the blossoms still carried on\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

In silken softness<\/span><\/p>\n

and the gradual easing to leaves<\/span><\/p>\n

The trees continued\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

To convert our cloistered breath<\/span><\/p>\n

To oxygen\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

And the hidden sun<\/span><\/p>\n

To syrup<\/span><\/p>\n

When there are no comings or goings\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Only staying\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Staying to watch through fogged windows<\/span><\/p>\n

Each stage<\/span><\/p>\n

Of the trees awaking\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

When there is nothing to do\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

But count the blossoms\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

and watch them fade<\/span><\/p>\n

Aware<\/span><\/p>\n

Of life’s unfolding<\/span><\/p>\n

and\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

That even your masked breath\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Is transmuted\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

To life\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Even in silence\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

We sing with the trees\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Even when our faces are hidden\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Nature boldly reveals itself\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

One generous bud <\/span><\/p>\n

At <\/span><\/p>\n

A <\/span><\/p>\n

Time<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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