Crackle, groan, creek, swoosh,
Trees swaying in the wind,
Bold branches bend and break
Their outstretched limbs beg to hold your hand.
Climbing higher to look at the view,
Playing tag among the willows.
Watching slowly as they grow
To think, to love, to the trees i go
Keeping memories and great wisdom.
Growing older and older, keeping all your secrets
The great trees sway in the wind.
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