Beaming through the trees,
In the summer, is unleashed
Rays that shine,
Being exposed as lines,
Scorching and burning
In winter its leaves you yearning
Raging with fiery heat,
It’s force is not weak
Beaming through the trees,
In the summer, is unleashed
Rays that shine,
Being exposed as lines,
Scorching and burning
In winter its leaves you yearning
Raging with fiery heat,
It’s force is not weak



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