The trees gossip about
Empty parks and streets
Pine trees stand in drought
Keeping their distance from the pleats
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Prosperity comes with July
Intertwined roots, buried deep
Their branches reaching for the sky
Welcoming spring, kissing the sun’s cheek
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Two trees stand side by side,
Grow high together
Barren land, the roses have died
Leaving two pine trees, to cuddle
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By the silent tarn, they sway
Humming the time away.