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Aren't Trees Alive?
All those pretty hues,
Of green amongst the blues,
Their long brown feet?
Blossoming the ground beneath.
Oh! The tremendous trunk,
Its arms in every direction,
Lil foliage materializing,
Under the radiant sun,
Dancing joyfully and smiling,
With a light breeze on the run.
Beauty, magnificence, still untold,
Wonders of pigment, flowers are born,
Fruity freshness our heart devours,
Fi...
Sunday 28th May 2023 4:51 pm
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