Hidden Away

Branches grow in every place

If I look, I see a face.

Beauty coming from the trees

I hear the whistle of the breeze.

 

Ground and trees are colored green

A girl sits in a branch I see.

An arch is formed by branch and sod

And Nature is a place unflawed

This poem is about: 
Our world

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