Beneath the whispering pines, I stand,
Listening to secrets of the land.
Windswept tales of ancient trees,
Carried softly on the breeze.
The reason I am no longer there,
Finds why I walk bare.
Every bird has a squeakier tweet,
A soft piece of cheesecake makes it sweet.
It's now autumn,
The roots of the trees still lay on the bottom.
Orange, red, and brown,
Surrounds me everywhere while I never frown.
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