TREES 🌲🌴🌳

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TREES

Trees, perfect indicators of season,

Winter, Summer, Fall and Spring.

Trees, excellent pointers of direction,

North, South, West and East.

Trees, stretching tender arms,

Towards all of mankind....

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...The good, the bad and the ugly...

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Trees, man's survival source,

Releasing oxygen and providing food.

Trees, sources of FOREX,

Enriching people continually!

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Trees, growing tall as ever could be,

Comfortable atmosphere for climbing.

Trees and flowers, Shade providers,

Nurtured and tended by those who are wise!

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Trees, wonderful and beautiful sights,

Making the whole world bright.

Plants altogether,

God's medium of aiding life!

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SIDE BOX

Things plants indicate and give, in emojis;

Season:❄️⛈️🌦️🌥️⛅☀️

Direction:🧭🌄🏕️🏞️

Food:🍓🍒🍎🍉🍊🥭🍋🍐🍈🧅🥬🥕🥦🥐🧄🍅🥥🍍

Money:💲💱💷💶💴💵💸🏧💰

Aesthetics & Tourism:🏞️🌍🏜️🗺️🏝️🏙️🏕️🏡🏘️🏫

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