Our world is covered in green
If you must know what I mean
Look outside and see
The countless beautiful trees
In the center stands the oak
Quite the cebebrity, you know
His leaves, the birds’ cloak
That’s why he must grow
To the left yawns the palm
He hums a soothing song
Should the sun follow along,
His shade will keep you calm
To the right hides the willow
Her branches resemble a grotto
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