when i see trees lining up
i am home; aloft at that
so green after weeks of rain
grass as well; surrounding
gentle wind enough to weave
those fine beautiful leaves
oh! my, how quick they grow
reaching up; spreading wide
letting winged visitors
as well as my curious eyes
there's always stories linger
as i watch branches get bigger
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