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The tree's song


This singing that I hear when no one is around, is quiet and light almost like a hum. I listen further to hear words start to appear and follow the sound to an abandoned park covered with trees. i find myself suddenly in front of an old tree, and listen to the words carefully, " Where there was once life there is not. Where there was once sounds there's silence. Where there was once lands of lush green, there is only darkened roads. I want my family to grow and grow, but now there is no room. I want to hear my brethren call, but now I can't hear a tune. I will continue to sing this song, until someone comes along. May I forever sing this song, until someone who will change comes along." I heard the lyrics and was surprised, that we were the undoing of our own demise. I followed the instruction's in that song and still carry it along, I cleaned up the park and it good as new. I then planted more to unto the poison we had stored and then the quickly grew and grew. and now I can hear that old tree's brethren sing around the old park more clearly. Finally proclaiming the coming of spring.
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SarahEarth

I love to read, play video games, and play the violin!!

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giotinez100
Great :)

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