Bushes Are Soft The Tree's Are Always Hard
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James McLain
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Amidst the woods, where silence reigns,
The trees stand tall, their bark sustains.
Their branches reach for skies above,
Nature's symphony, a whispered love.
In the dance of leaves, a gentle sway,
Each tree a guardian, night and day.
Roots entwined, an ancient connection,
A forest's grace, a time for endless reflection.
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