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– Three poplars stood by the road

With a branchy crown, noisy foliage.

Dressed in green, clothes toga,

They were the guardians of the village in the spring.

Mats the sun with the first rays

Crowns welcoming sunrise.

And Morning hugged branches-hands

Notifying people of the day coming.

But to stand under the power of a hurricane

Not destined to mighty poplars!

That, lonely, at the road mound,

Birch sadly told people.