When you see a tree, five hundred year's old, One hundred feet tall, towering over you,
catching the first rays of the morning sun. How can you not be in awww of the perfection. The true nature of a tree, always giving, giving shelter, giving shade, giving oxygen. The big tree never say's a word never judges. It just slightly sways in the mystic wind. Rooted deep in the earth stretching out to the sky. I feel we need to be more like the tree's and grow to our full potential. Give thanks to the trees. They help us live more then will ever fully realize...
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