The trees I see outside of my window 

Aren’t in a forest of green 

They are explored by children 

Who dare to test the strength of branches 

Swinging from limb to limb 

Trunks sniffed by dogs on leashes 

They were planted at the hands of neighbors 

These trees I watch everyday 

Aren’t nearly as tall or free 

As those of the forest 

But they are the trees that children build houses in 

And that birds build nests 

They are the trees that so many watch from the window

They shelter us from the harshness of the sun 

And the numbness of rain 

And they remind us 

Of times we explored 

Got lost 

Gave in to the wonder 

Of their beauty 


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