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The Tree stirred without movement, and spoke without sound,
With arms high in the air, roots deep in the ground..
I hear you young dryad, and your Song I take up
Winter is over and its time to Wake Up.
Yes yes! I sang. Wake up now, it is Time..
As I ran from the Oak to the Birch to the Pine
Hear me All, feel my Joy, I sang to the trees
From the mightiest Ancients, to the smallest of seeds..
We hear you, young dryad! The Trees called with Love,
With Roots down below and branches above.
The Sun in the Sky, the air, warm and clear
The Forest rejoices, Spring is here, Spring is here!
Pleth
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