Trees

Different shades of
yellow, red and green.
They are in front of
you for all to see in
their glory.
Look out your window
and up to see the trees
bending down to meet thee.
They raise a branch as
if to say how do you
do in there own way.
Just listen to them one
day they play music in
their own way.
Trees have life for all
to see, but you must look
and listen quietly for
all the possibilities
that are there for thee.
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
trees and fall

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