Hello everybody, (I'm talking to the trees).
I call you Angel tree (the one before me).
So serene, you look like you could just float up and off to the sea, if you pleased.
With hands like the lord are your arms.
Twigs and branches are your fingers.
Certainly you must be blessed.
I don't know what kind of tree you are but to me you will always be my Angel tree.
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Short Story / Mystery and Crime
Poem / Non-Fiction
Poem / Poetry
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