The trees are alive.
They are moving.
They are surrounding me.
Touching me with
their skinny arms.
Throwing leaves
in my face.
They are now circling me.
Their arms reaching
up to the sky.
Closing off the light.
Blocking the sun.
Why is this happening?
What did I do to deserve this?
Hey!
Stop touching me.
Stop pulling on me.
What’s that sound?
A high-pitched sound.
Oh.
That’s my alarm clock.
SUSANNE LEIST 
Thank you, Mihrank.
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She has a beautiful voice. She could sing her way out of a forest. Happy Holidays, Susanne
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Susanne – Wish you good health and success!
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Amazing – Ave Maria!
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