Ah, what a beautiful
view
The trees are old
but the day was new
The bark knows as it
protects
Their bodies are
very fragile
The dew is what the
leaves collect
A process that's
very gradual
Their branches, like
limbs
Sway back and forth
Flowing with the
wind
As the breeze lets
them soar
They are the trees
Mounted to the
ground
They bend with ease
A most fulfilling
sound
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