Trees
We line the driveway
where people roam
We get to show our true
colors all year long.
Generation after generation crossed this path..
Some of us old, some of us new
We are all here to welcome you
What other secrets do we hide,
when we are in full bloom.
Of on a rainy Saturday afternoon.
We get to show our true
colors all year long
We line the driveway
where people roam
We are the pride
of your home !!
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