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There is an old tree That stands on the lawn. Its branches are bare And its bark is torn. The blossoming violets In a circle quite small. They circle the tree, The tree that's so tall.
The same shade of green As the pines standing tall Composes its stem So thin and frail Yet strong enough To carry the weight Of its world, the blossom.
Trees are very curious things, Its hard to know where trunk ends and branch begins. Trees, trees, all green and brown, Stretching up from the ground.
If I were a daisy Or a buttercup so gay, Children'd hold me under their chin And laugh the day away.
It's delicate arms and soft colours. A picture from nature, it's beauty captured in a single petal. Striking colours, a feast for the eyes. Thoughts of warmer climates.
How I love the Weeping Willow tree. Its branches gently fold over. As though it's trying to kiss the ground. There are so many branches. Like a giant green Octopus. Swaying softly in the breeze.