Read the Poem:
THE SOUND OF TREES
By Robert Frost
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I have always enjoyed being surrounded by trees. I planted them when I was a kid. I have watched them grow. I have harvested them for firewood, but only if they get broken or if they are sick. I hate to destroy a tree; it is a rash decision, and cannot be undone. The trees (in their wisdom?) will not make any rash decisions; and most of THEM will be still here when I am gone!