She Is A Tree

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By Lunaria

She Is A Tree She dresses in bright colors in the fall In winter she wears no clothes at all Just a coat of winter white fluff Underneath she's in the buff Spring comes and she's in yellow green Just the prettiest thing you've ever seen Standing so tall with outstretched arms For all to see her many charms In summer she wears a darker green hue She changes clothes right on cue She stands a bit taller and reaches out more She's a great beauty right to the core Now it's time to change clothes again And she does it better than any Mary or Jane Finally she gives a great big yawn And suddenly all her clothes are gone They're in a pile at her lovely feet And she has gone into a deep sleep Covered with a blanket of white fluff Underneath she's in the buff. Copyright © 2004 Lunaria (Lila May Guptill)

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