The Whispering Trees
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Rebecca Navarre
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Oh, whispering trees, whispering
so quietly in the breeze. Speaking
with such great wisdom and soul.
Branches hanging oh so low.
Sheltering the animals that stop
to sleep below. Even the birds sing
of you so. For they know... Oh great
armed, protectors of all. A gift from
God, a comforting friend, a draping
shawl.
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