Tree

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The bark is very rough, sticking out at odd places.

The sap oozing out is sticking to everything it touches.

The moss growing up is soft to the touch.

The branches are rough, protruding from the tree wherever they please.

The small thorns on the leaves prick anything that touches them.

The leaves are green and smell like sap.

The birds' nests are all filled with baby birds, cute and silent.

The only thing feared is the beehive hanging from a branch.

The roots, sticking out of the ground, trip animals scurrying along.

The tree itself and the leaves smell like fresh cut grass. 

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 11, 2017 ⏰

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