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Nov 2010
I look at the tree's
as they blow
they don't feel any sorrow
or do I know?

We think that they cannot hear,
talk or breath
but sometimes I think
that I believe

That the tree's are alive
just like me
yet they are stuck
and cannot flee..

The tree's have feelings
their bark, so rough
in the winter times
their bark will grow more tough

So the tree's wont be cold
as they blow
are the tree's alive?
I believe so..
Written by Tara Williamson on February 21st 2010
Inspired by Angela Vafa
Written by
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