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one fall
Two fall Its only 2 seasons Green and then a special mix of brown, red, orange and sometimes they're together Only 8 months of life Is a tree and in a couple of months time it is time to show off a new dressing Bare for 2 seasons yet still precious and so beautiful The birds fly south they cannot survive the cold without the mercy of the tree for hiding A tree is precious and beautiful and doesn't deserve to be cut without reason Bare it fruit or bare it beauty It is still a tree, don't pick its leaves for fun, don't kick it for fun it can hurt It lets you climb up it and hang off it just like animals, but thats a good reason It even lets you hang rope to swing on it and it won't complain It lets you take its mates to be made as paper Yet it doesn't cry Another one is planted it is welcomed into the family like it was always one of them and not different Its just beautiful and quite No matter how much pain it doesn't shout It takes it in as brave as anything it has the courage to survive in a cold frosty hard snow The trunk is their forever Even having lost its leaves it still stands naked in a frozen land without complaint until the sunshines it knows its time to cover up again until the fall Vote for this poem
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