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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
Thursday 5th January 2012 1:18 pm