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As night to day and dawn to dusk
as the leaves fall in the damp autumn  air.

As the breeze billows around the tree; the tree who stands tall and proud overlooking the forest,his home.

The tree has seen many a season; cold, warm, rough, and easy. Through it all he has stood tall and proud.

And as night to day and dawn to dusk the tree sees a new day.

— The End —