Where the wind blows, the trees whisper.

They tell each other secrets... secrets we cannot foretell.

We sit by these trees daily, hoping to hear an answer.

But all we hear is wind.. blustering through the breeze.

As much as we try, we cannot become trees.

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Trees have all the fun, trees have all the glory.

But there's one thing don't have to worry about that trees sadly have to do.

They have nosy, indecent neighbors.

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Trees must learn to tackle with the dangers their mother provides:

Rabid animals, snow, hibernation, and bushes.

Don't get me started on those shrubs of torture.

Bushes are like the Second cousin you remove twice from your family, except they never go away.

They tell horrible jokes and create an uncomfortable aura in your garden

It makes you wonder why we humans put up with them.

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As the wind blows the next time you walk outdoors, 

Look at your tree.

Can you hear its gentle whispers among the wind?

There might be secrets hidden for only you to upend.