Sixteen trees
Leaves under the sun
rustle gently in the breeze
Bunnies brown and cute
hear the sound and freeze
In a circle gathered
are sixteen ancient trees
Guarding quiet
leaves rustle in the breeze
Calm, mysterious forest
seldom dark, never scary
Time passes below thee
like an unyielding missionary
Oh you sixteen trees
keep the peace, hold well
The rustling green leaves
that accompany my spell
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