Trees are the kindest things I know, they do no harm but simply grow, and spread a shade for sleepy cows and gather birds among their bows. They give us fruit from leaves above, and wood to make our houses of and leaves to burn on Halloween, and in the spring fresh buds of green. They are the first when day's begun to touch the beams of morning sun, they are the last to hold the light when evening changes into night. And When the moon floats in the sky they hum a drowsy lullaby of sleepy children long
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