by gems
In the modernized city stands this tree,
Not far away from the gushing waves.
It is filled with amazement.
Its fences are low to draw people with its welcoming hands,
Unlike its citymate - a fiery stone beast whose stature scares off intruders.
It is a tree not of wood and leaves.
Yet it gives off vibes of life with different species of colourful flowers.
It is a wishing fountain,
Chanced by a white dove.
Three wishes on a tattered paper - a letter to God in a curvature,
Which went rolling down from the stubborn rocks with a series of "dub".
Then "Splish"!
After enduring much violence,
the lovely messenger gently swayed her hip through the waters,
Going to who-knows-where.
The answer will come back in due time.
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