These trees.
What have they seen?
Has the spray of salt from the road been a bother to them?
Have we treated them with respect like a precious gem?
They clean the air for us.
For this, I am joyous.
They provide beauty all year long.
It’s a place too where the birds can sing their songs.
These trees.
They are a blessing for all species.
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