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The Tree

Another tree was crying
It's leaves rushed to and throw
Before descending just like raindrops
Amongst the cold winter snow

Towering high like an inferno
It stood like a statue, bare and still.
A bird landed on its branches,
Making it feel warmer, much more secure.

Cheered up by its new companion
No longer did it stand in pain
A new element of life had been given for
pride and respect - not pain.

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