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Beneath the protection
of its strong branches,
I hear birds chirping
and singing their songs.
The leaves rustle
as squirrels race
to their nests.
The tree is high,
and rough.
There is a bud of a flower
on top of the leaves
that I hope will bloom one day.
And I see some birds
that months from now
will be miles away.
Bits of bark float off into the air
as leaves bow down gracefully
to the high and mighty winds.

Summer Loh, 8
New York, NY