Rows of trees stretch on and on,

A green barrier between property lines,

A border separating neighbours,

And a pathway connecting people.

Their branches walls against the wind,

Beckoning me to meander,

Along their coniferous corridors,

And breathe in the scent of pine.

These living rows are more than barriers,

More than just lines on a map,

They are conduits for the sunlight,

Guiding its journey across the land.

And so I walk beneath their boughs,

Feeling the warmth of the sun on my face,

Knowing that I am part of this cycle,

A witness to the beauty of the natural world.

Rows of trees, planted with purpose,

A story on our collaboration with nature,

And a reminder that we are all connected,

Bound together by the lands we share.


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