nature looked across the seas she had newly made. Now said mature life must have a pace of cooling shade all my creatures shall have rest from the sun's high tide underneath a leafy bought shall my creatures hide. so out from deep black earth rose a mighty tree. The hill wind sang a song of welcome. Greetings roared the sea. When the sun had reached its zenith in the cool shade all the creatures lay them down and they were not afraid ever since the tree has flourished mighty and kind nowhere else can beast or man sweeter solace find. form Pinterest
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