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                                                              I sit under a tree the flowers blow and the wind speaks to me

                              the stars at night fall off the sky and the crickets make sounds to make me

          fall a sleep peacefully sleep dreaming of peace and flowering dreaming of doves and butterflies flieing in the sky high in blue wind.Seeing trees getting cut down makes me sad  I wish I do something

about this but i can't do anything  and trees give us air and life for ever and ever love trees not cut them down and love animals and peace.

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