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Your leaves fall onto the open surface And left there to rot.   You're brought back to life With the bright colors of spring , and you make the atmosphere remain light. You provide us with shade to avoid the hot sun, from burning us to a crisp. This whole process is continuous And never comes to an end..
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Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 2:09 AM UTC
ode to a tree
Your leaves fall onto the open surface And left there to rot.   You're brought back to life With the bright colors of spring , and you make the atmosphere remain light. You provide us with shade to avoid the hot sun, from burning us to a crisp. This whole process is continuous And never comes to an end..
jellybelly1926
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Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 2:09 AM UTC
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