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Hi, this is Ola. Ola is very strong and had lot of green leave and is standing in front of the car the building, and under the sunny sun. Ola likes to help others such as people and animals, like birds so that they can rest when they get tired. Ola is a nice tree!

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Me: Hi Three.

Tree: Hi stranger.

Me: How are you tree?

Three: I’m good, just standing giving shade to anyone who needs it.

Three: What are you doing?

Me: Talking to you.

Three: Thank you for doing that, I don’t have a lot of people talk to me because I’m a tree.

Me: I’m sorry.

Tree: It ok. I’m a tree that what I am made to do and I enjoy what I do.

Tree: That very mature of you, and thank you for everything that you do as a tree.

Tree: Thank you.

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She rustles amongst the other trees in the wind worn land,

A tree withholding many stories, not yet shared

with fingers stretched both wise and grand.

Rounded trunk, broad and stout

Brown and grey where roots reach out

She opens skyward, arms unplanned

A lengthy creaky, wooden stand

Not just a tree, but something more

She does not speak, but you will hear.

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This tree has two colors, which are yellow and green. I can feel the wind sitting underneath my tree. I could feel a chilly breeze. The tree looked like it had been around for a long time, which made it very unique.

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The tree stood with a tall yet crooked stance but made a quiet muffled sound, like a wooden whisper. It’s texture was rough and tough but the tree I dubbed “treethan” seemed to be anything but.

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Ants crawling and traveling together in groups in the cracks of my skin. As they travel it’s like they are tickling me making me laugh. The laughter makes my green, orange, and brown leafs sway back and forth through the air.

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As I look at my tree, I notice its dark leaves and its beautiful shape of a mushroom. The tree sticks out to me compared to the rest as its leaves are dancing to me. 

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As I look at my tree, I notice its dark leaves and its beautiful shape of a mushroom. The tree sticks out to me compared to the rest as its leaves are dancing to me. 

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The tree is deathly still, but at the same time very much alive.

Its movement determined by the breeze

Just like a Kleenex, except it’s movement is determined by my sneeze

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Dear Stumpy,

How are your stumps? Do you have anymore? Do you have any less?

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My tree has been at UWM for years and seems to be very old. It has two tall and very long trunks building off of it. It has very jagged and rough branches towering over the other trees. The Jack and Jill tree is experiencing the affects of autumn slowing creeping in and is changing leaf colors quickly.

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I hope that your days are never boring, and filled with excited students passing by whether it’s going to the “K” or heading to class. Or teachers heading to their next lecture, animals passing by to eat one of your berries. Your roots, to your trunk, to each of your branches, to the many leaves you have, you are so beautiful with how you grow and give to the Earth.

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What willows over the others, what stands mighty, beyond all of its brothers?

It is not this one.

What belongs to a flock, a glad little sheep? What caches our eyes, the first choice on our receipts?

It wouldnt be this one.

Beloved amongst the squirrels? Perhaps the birds, the deer, or the bunnies that burrow? It wouldnt be this one.

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Some where between now and never had I thought of meeting you.

There is something to be personified about you, your root lies beneath my feet corralling the suns rays. Bio matter filled soil protects them as mother to their child.

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Stable big roots that grow beneath the grass. Just too beautiful to pass. With a smooth trunk, that’s shade of grey and brown. He sure isn’t the one to blow down.

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Her bark, covered with dents, cracks, and holes

She stands and sways with the warm early autumn air

Her leaves rustling and dancing freely

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Matilda’s scars show her growth. Her knots are staring at me from afar, her branches twisting and turning to provide shade for the kids walking her path. She watches them, those who walk this path every day.

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Chester has a trunk that's dusty brown/greyish, yet a chocolatey brown hue where his trunk meets the ground. His branches stretch out to the left, right and reaches for the sky. He is rough with scraggly green and yellow leaves. Chester is as sturdy as can be.

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Oh mr. tree, what do you see? who all passes by without batting an eye?

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Rooted in the past

History Etched in the Bark

The Quiet giant stands

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Dear Tree,

I admire your sturdiness, your solid base, your thick, lush leaves. A nearly unbreakable force of nature.

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'It is clear to me you are now but a shadow of the sapling you once were'

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My tree is named Sam, because it’s the most perfect name I know. The leaves on the tree are changing, the colors ranging from green to yellow. Even though the weather is changing, one thing is for sure. Sam can get through anything, despite what he may endure.

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This tree is not like the others. This tree is still bright green, even though the rest of the trees are starting to turn different shades. This tree doesn’t mind being different than others. This tree has long skinny branches with smooth bark

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Branches are thin, easy to be torn down. Its mother is near but I don’t know where. Oh tree you have nothing to fear for the great school of uwm is near

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"His trunk is full of crooks and kinks, his bark a smattering of slivers-in-waiting. Yet he supported my back without poke, tickle, nor pinch, holding me steady in his dappled shade."