Green trees fill the sky and bring a scent so sweet that it turns the heads of the children at play. A small boy calm and humble eat his bread never saying a word, they would tease but he would not
apease they’re wills of grief. Mother saw and how she cawed at her son to to take up up arms against the enemy and beat at their ramparts, but the boy would not heed these words. Instead like
leaves slipping of trees they stopped and peace and friendship came and swept sorrows better than any force could do any
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