The Tree
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The tree stands green
Under the scorching sun
Branches spread wide
Roots going deep
Thousands and thousands leaves
Swaying their little heads
Colourful flowers bloom
For the bees and butterflies they make room
Squirrels jump dance
From branches to branches
Monkeys eat fruits
And so birds and squirrels
Have their shares
Underneath a dog curls up
There the cows flock to get the shadow
The tree stands tall like a Rishi(Monk)
With many hands stretched
Giving his blessings.
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