We ate the cherry
half and half, lips meeting.
and then the stone,
hopped and skipped away,
and we laughed
as it scurried,
looking for soil
in this concrete jungle.
It stopped:
Hand in hand
we stared,
as it began to grow
and the ground began
to buckle under the green,
and begin to lift
us up too,
and soon we were
bracing and cuddling
against the wind,
which drove the tree ever onward:
Upward, and the earth grew small,
with the strange unity we felt,
as there were no nations ,
no hardships,
no wars;
up here there was us,
and our cherry stone tree.
Artists4Peace 
Wonderful poem.
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