Trees - Poem by Ronald Chapman
Trees, pillars so high,
Grow tall, twist in the wind 'til day's dawn.
Night of winter comes. Trees lost their leaves while spring is away.
Trees beauty is high!
Homes to creatures big and small.
Standing, bending and growing is all trees do.
Patiently waiting. While the world grows older.
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