a seed as simple as can be falls on the dirt seasons pass and change and this little tree dose not stay the same the trunk is thicker and harder the roots reach all the way to the underground water a cool breeze blows throw its leaves summer autumn winter spring this little tree is not so little any more I watch a hawk soar this trees leaves brush the clouds and make me feel proud this tree means everything to me
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