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Trees ; different by season ; Yet always the same. Rooted in nature , and easy to please ; Grown from a seed , a life with out ease. No feelings to communicate. No one needed to care. Yet in the feild ; The trees seem so sad , and broken. Their leaves have mostly fallen. The cool wind crys for them ; Hurt because : Nothing stays the same forever.
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Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 4:21 AM UTC
Trees in my field
Trees ; different by season ; Yet always the same. Rooted in nature , and easy to please ; Grown from a seed , a life with out ease. No feelings to communicate. No one needed to care. Yet in the feild ; The trees seem so sad , and broken. Their leaves have mostly fallen. The cool wind crys for them ; Hurt because : Nothing stays the same forever.
MelissaTucker
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Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 4:21 AM UTC
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