Trees Are Amazing
My little granddaughter can hear when the elves
Talk wearing her red flower dress they're telling
Her in their ancient language that there's magic
In the old old trees.
Standing there in their cool shade with the sun-
Light shining through she can see the white and
Blue lights in varying
Degrees.
These trees are mystic
And gigantic
They brighten any adversity.
My little granddaughter can hear when the elves
Talk wearing her red flower dress they're telling
Her in their ancient language that there's magic
In the old old trees.
They're therapeutic.
They hold the key
For us to see
That they're perfect.
My little granddaughter can hear when the elves
Talk wearing her red flower dress they're telling
Her in their ancient language that there's magic
In the old old trees.
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