Trees standing around, growing silently from their
roots hidden beneath the dirt hard ground.
Branches stretching themselves in the wind, moving
to and fro, showing their hearts to God above.
Leaves shimmering and reflecting bits of daylight
that are still left for the moment.
Enamored by the beauty of trees on the whole, as
I look upon them in the dwindling sunshine of this
day.
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