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A night under the birch tree
Zapster101
Under the birch tree i write this to thee, A crow flys by with a little glee The night rides on and the moon shines high, A clear tricle of water drops down in a fly. As i notice the water drop down the tree, I see the tree gleam with leaves. And when the rain is good and done, The a gleam of red shines on the tree, the sun is up and the night is done. -Elias.