These Trees

The tree stands still by the winter weather of giving us pleasure,
Beauty of gasps shared when the scenery of life of nature is focused upon,
River flows as gently as sunshine beams through small angles of what seems to be horizontal trees,
There is not much dirt on the road,
Just mellow evening when a soul can unwind their minds,
See a gentle breeze roll in,
But not be harmed,
Nor Pressed for answers from the nature of life forms.

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