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The tree stands proudly
A whiff of wind kisses its leaves
Branches whirl slowly.
On hot Summer days
Scorched limbs bow in agony
As shriveled leaves fall.
Warm autumn colors
Reflect in a nearby pond
From blanketed dirt.
The sweetness of spring
The scent of fresh beginnings
Trees put forth new growth.
About the Creator
Crooksology
Let us not deny that we all embark on magical journeys in our heads. The only crazy thing is pretending the other worlds don't exist when we should tell their stories instead.
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