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LULLABY OF THE TREES I sit and I listen so I might hear, that lullaby of the trees. Leaves humming their music, singing a chorus in softened breeze. Lovesongs whisper through cones or needles, often instead of leaves. Strumming through a steadfast pine, standing tranquil in the breeze. Long bowing branches of willows, whip and sway to and fro with ease. Sings a faint 'swishing' or 'whisping' waltzing in a slightest breeze. Dancing branches so crowded, of the many rustling poplar leaves. Humming their music of lovesongs, while kissed by the gentle breeze. Oaks and maples naked of leaves, left only to shiver as they freeze. Unclothed to bark, creak and squeak in a howling winter breeze. This shaded trunk, my reserved seat, to be lulled by the opera breeze. So sit and listen beside me, so you too enjoy, my lullaby of the trees. |
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