Just a first draft.
But I wrote something.
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Bloody leaves
of Japanese Maples
sigh and sway through the ocean breeze.

Heavy with rain and salt
they slip into the quiet folds of
gravity - the death of the dreamers.

Humans could only hope
for such grace
in the moments of decay.

To let

our tiny veins
break and spill into the soil

our lungs
breathe into the roots

of Maple Magick –
hungry for experience
and rebirth.