It is the thin and miniature tree,
It has stalks that are solid but free,
Twisted like string awaiting its enthronement,
On plates detached from reality.
Preparation for the nominee
Is made fast but elegantly.
The trees are placed well across their opponent,
Under the grand Japanese marquee.
Perfected to a certain degree;
Maintained and pruned for a jubilee;
So to be recognized for its achievement,
For being a unique bonsai tree.
They are a work of art and your poem is a fitting tribute.
Leslie
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