They do no harm, they simply grow.
And spread a shade for sleepy cows
And gather birds among their boughs
They give us fruit in leaves above,
And wood to make our house of ,
And in the spring new buds of green.
They are the first when day begun
To touch the beams of morning sun,
They are the last to hold the light
When evening changes into night,
And when moon floats on the sky
They hum a drowsy lullaby
Of sleepy children long ago......
Trees are the kindest things I know.
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