Beneath The Pine Tree

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Beneath the pine tree
I can hear the sound of the
Creek as it flows by.

Baby birds singing
So sweetly and mellow that
Even the Sun smiles.

Roses and lilies
Bloom before my very eyes
Beautiful and free.

That is what I see
Every morning when I sit
Beneath the pine tree.





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