Two trees

Two trees on a lonely hill 
Stand and belong together, 
Near-at-hand, somewhere in Brazil, 
Despite the time and weather 
The one tree loves a night, 
The moon and the starry sky 
It sleeps under the sunlight  
When the birds sing and cry. 
The other enjoys a day 
Waking up with a sunrise 
And always wants to play 
When a good mood arises 
Two trees on the lonely hill 
Have never talked to each other 
Though they’re together still 
And won't be split by the earth mother 

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