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Underneath that Tree


Underneath that tree,
Its shade provided a comforting seat
To read.
 
Lying against that tree,
I could smell the gentle breeze.
It smelled of fresh green grass.
 
As I read,
I could hear the birds.
Filling my ears, with melodies of spring.
 
Beside that tree, 
A flowing river as clear as diamonds
Carries a soft tune of running water.
 
Underneath that tree,
I smiled as I read.
I am at peace.
 
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