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The trees are sparkling,
Their way of saying hello,
As millions of tiny dewdrops,
Fall to the ground below.
They dance around and sway,
Sun playing on leaves or pins,
Skipping down their bark,
The protection for their skin.
Underneathe, girls sit for picnics,
For fun, boys play in them,
Birds nest their homes on branches,
While lumber jacks will kill them.
Barren, the tree now lies there,
No life left within,
But the pine tree stands so tall,
With it's sharp, pointy pins.
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Thanxto Debra Rose for suggesting the changes ^_^
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