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Upon first viewing, I fell in love.

Blessed with its own Aspen thicket,

My sanctuary is named ASPEN HOLLOW.


Every day for a month,

I have eagerly awaited

A hint of Spring’s green.


Numerous Aspen in the draw,

Extending easterly, have died,

In my four-year absence.


A loss felt deep in my soul.

Tears burning my eyes,

Distressing my return home.


Now I must cull the dead,

Prepare for cremation,

And thence scatter their ashes.


Yet, to my delight, I witness,

The emergence of abundant leaflets.

The perseverance of life.