trees
Trees, the way breez blows through the trees.
beautiful(-)
Trees, the way there beauty cripples me to my knees.
crazy(-)
Trees, lay under the sheltering branches to become lazy.
amazement(-)
Trees, the slowest growing living thing, they put me in amazment how God decided each ones placement.
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