Something came up in green beside our highway, from car we stopped, to leak like sky. A lone tree rose in silence on an expanse of rice for future.
A white room stood company with the machine pump to leak water to the rice , a future growing in unknown stomachs in wait.
Tree stood bare into the sky with a tuft of green to a side,oddball green against a blue, broken piece of vegetation stuck to silence leaking there.
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