The Trees

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The trees stand tall above your head.

They shelter you as you sleep in your bed.

The hover above your sleeping form.

They protect you from the shattering storm.

The trees sway in the spiraling wind.

They wait in hopes that your storm will end.

Appreciate all that they do.

Accompany them because they're waiting for you.

Go give them a hug because they deserve it.

Love them because I believe they're worth it.


~RememberThoseDreams

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