Dance Of The Trees
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Trees swaying, sashaying in the breeze
Bending, bowing
Onlookers wow-ing
Trees scooping, swishing in the wind
Dancing, dipping
Nearly skipping!
So graceful, although they have no feet
Promenading,
Never fading.
Perfect timing, they never miss a beat
Gently blowing,
Ever growing.
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