Poem: By the Tree
Photo Credit:  Matt Artz

By the tree, many passed by

Without a glance:

Some trees green, some with

Its brown faded branch, green leaves,

And some hears everyone:

By the tree some seek shades if they can:

Some of us stand, to watch,

Observe and listen, how the tree speak,

How the trees grows, how the trees

Are treated and how the tree dance.

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