Leaves gently curling,
they creep towards the ground,
Branches wide open
inhale nature’s sound,
New day brings sunshine
to feed flora green,
God’s golden nectar
revivifies scene,
Sweeping and swaying
the bending of bark,
Landscapes of plenty
replace grounds once stark,
Rooted and growing,
from rivers to dale,
Reaching for Heaven.
each inch tells a tale.
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