Tree Unsung
Trees are standing out in winters cold
They’ve been there since nights were bold
Tranquil as it may seem, they tend do dream
Yearning for admiration with feelings to hold
They render us shelter from all types of weather
Fall season’s foliage is their celebration together
Their stretching limbs remain, enduring the strain
They are home to all birds of a feather.
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