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The trees stand quietly, friendly
Some in a line
Others scattered around
Peaceful neighbours.
Their leaves fall to the ground indiscriminately;
One on top of the other, compromisingly.
When a gale approaches
Enabling space conquest
Trees fall one on top of the other
And many more on top
Boughs breaking
And eventually decompose like
Murdered citizens.