Some say that the trees can speak,
That peace among brothers is all that they seek.
They sway to and fro as they dance with the wind,
Creaking and moaning as if greeting a friend.
Some say that the trees can sing,
And their leaves prance around with the joy that it brings.
Never stopping their song as it's carried by wings.
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