I hope the trees within
Can know, as beautiful they stand,
With their autumn dresses on,
How they beautify the land.
With all their colorful
They look like ladies standing there,
The raindrops glistening on their leaves,
Are jewels in their hair.
The breezes whispering
Express their admiration,
And as I recognize whose hand that beauty wrought,
I bow in adoration.
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