These great trees of the mountains, I feel they know me well, as I watch them and listen to their secrets, happy to rest my head beneath their outstretched arms.’
A little girl climbs up a rambling old tree, picking its fruit, playing with the squirrels and birds that call it home, finally dozing off on its strongest, most comfortable branch as a gentle breeze plays through its leaves—pure bliss! How dull, dreary and dusty life can be without the verdant foliage of trees.
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