Trees
the trees;
they bend down as if to say "help me".
the leaves;
they fall slow and silent like snow
the trunk;
rough outside and soft inside like a fragile heart
the branches;
reaching out to everything, but touching nothing
the flowers;
they bloom beautifully though some have died
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