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Panagrenga 7

One last, in case you aren't already tired of all these pine-scented rengas. This one was started by Alfred Yuson:

Revive the scent of pine
A scent of love and life
The pine's scent, mundane yet surreal
The scent covered by buildings
Yes revive, revive the conforting fragrance of years gone past
Pillars of spirit feed the spring
Let the trees contort Joyce Kilmer into spring
Misty pines, shadowless

Rise up once more and embrace us
With your warmth, with your protection

Live, O Great Pine
Much more than a tree
It's this mountain's spirit.

Contributors: Arci, Charity, Chinee Palatino, Bianca Santos, Karla Delgado, Frank Cimatu, Rishab Tibon, and Peter, who wrote two stanzas instead of just three lines.
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