My name is Willow, I come from a long life of oak trees from thousands of years ago. It's our job as trees to provide oxygen from carbon dioxide. As well as it is to be a safe home for critters in the area. We are often cut down for use of paper and housing and many other uses. My hidden talent is often missed by all those who pass it up. I am highlighted by the sun and hidden by the fog. I am apart of the perfect picture portrayed to those of the creator and appreciated by those who love him and the picture crated for them. I am a tree of the field, and sing to those who listen.
~Issaih:55;12
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