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Along the stream,
The cedars found,
too many to be counted.
Their colored tone,
A deep black green,
the richest hue of all.
Their girth is wide,
Their hight times two,
magnificent for sure.
The base is covered in thick moss,
natures perfect seat.
To sit beside,
and underneath,
shaded from life's worries.
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CANOPY OF GREEN
CANOPY OF GREEN