Under oak and elm and ash,
Spring green grows over grass.
The stem, the bough, the branch, the leaf
restricts the sun as bars a thief.
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strange ways and strange thoughts still alive behind walls and bars And dreamed to cope with hope like the buds on branches of a fallen tree.
But bud on branch, and leaf on tree Reflect the years that yet will be a passing phase, - - -you have a way of stringing words that gets the reader's deep attention