Springtime trees are newly born,

Their buds soon bursting through;

They wake at Nature's New Year morn

To bid the old adieu.

Summer trees are tall and green

And fill our hearts with love;

Responding to a force unseen

They praise the skies above.

Autumn trees are red and gold,

In majesty they stand,

And wear their colours bright and bold

To...

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