Tall trees whose branches are entwined,
As if they always were designed
To live together;
The sun can never reach the ground
For there is foliage all around,
Whatever the weather.
Under the trees half-darkness reigns;
A plant that likes the shade then gains;
A place to live;
Secure in an environment
Which looks as if ‘twas specially
sent,
And nowhere else could give.
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