Leaves swiftly falling in the strong breeze.
Roots digging into the soft soil.
The branches and sticks crack and shake.
Climbing up the strong branches as I hold on forever.
Scratchy pine cones fall in the Autumn air.
Blossoms bloom and food grow in the warm cosy Spring time.
With the last breath I slowly tumble out of my home too.
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