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THERE IS A PLACE,
NOT FAR FROM HOME,
WHERE THE MOUNTAIN'S ALWAYS GREEN.
IN SPRING THE TINY NEEDLE TIPS,
HIGHLIGHTED BY THE SUN,
DANCE WITH THE SPRINGTIME WARMING BREEZE,
PLAYING WITH THE SUN.
SUMMER'S HOTTEST HEAT,
DOES NO HARM AT ALL..
A PLACE TO REST..
ON SHADED CRESTS,
COOL AND DRY THE FLOOR.
AUTUMN COLORS,
ALL AROUND..
STILL THIS MOUNTAIN GREEN.
BUT IT IS IN THE WINTER MONTHS,
THE MOUNTAIN STANDS ALONE.
THE HARDWOOD TREES,
LONG STRIPPED AND BARE,
OF THEIR YEARLY PLUMAGE..
NAKED IN THE CHILL.
THE CEDAR TREES,
WITH NEEDLES GREEN..
SO TOO DO CHANGE THEIR COLOR.
CEDAR MOUNTAIN,
NOW AWASH..
FROM FAINTEST GREEN,
TO BLACKISH DARK..
THE DARKEST GREEN THERE IS.
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CEDAR TREE MOUNTAIN
CEDAR TREE MOUNTAIN
