I love the trees
And the way they move in the wind
The pines as they sway in the
dance of the breeze
They seem to know one another
And can stand very still without talking
The sounds of the wind moving across
the branches Are the nods and voices
of approving friends
They are like a congregation
A group of members together
in harmony
All in one place for a long time
Separated only by the space needed to grow
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