A flowery dowry

Is passed from the mother tree to her wistful daughters.

Petals fall in the morning dew.

Their tinkling melodies harmonize with the bird song --

That sweet, beloved bird song

That rings from the canopies, echoing through the flora and into the cityscape.

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