Thro' the window
I see the lofty trees,
A scene of grace and beauty.
My greetings ecvery morning, and
Childhood memories
Recollect the lively green-
Splendour and beauty
Delight for all time.
An open foreground
Of sultry air,
Eyes roam to the furthur
Side of the horizon.
The plight to preserve
The gift of natural process
In protection
From the dire onslaught of the cruel sun--
There seem certain From the sight of
A barricade of fallen trees.
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