Trees of November/Michael Kwack

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The season deepening,

Trees become more beautiful;

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And thus in November

I come to the woods most often.

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Seeing the trees over and over,

I lose my heart more and more;

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And soon we become friends,

Or even lovers.

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Then, before being aware,

Imitating those trees,

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I spread my arms,

And stand upright, for long,

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Touching the wind,

Looking up the sky.

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Trees may take after those

Who are truly fond of them,

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For each tree I see today

Seems to wear a human look.

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Perhaps many a fancy lady

Has been so much liking them.