Trees.

Trees are the kindest things I know.
They do no harm. They simply grow.
And spread a shade for sleepy cows…
And gather birds among the boughs…
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 a moon floats in the sky
They hum a drowsy lullaby
Of sleepy children long ago.
Trees are the kindest things I know.



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