Analysis of Eternal E-paper

Believe me. Trees astoundingly procreate like we do;
the fruits that they compassionately bear for times
immemorial; is an irrefutably invincible testimonial to the same.

Believe me. Trees are as equally emotional as us; the
whispers that they timelessly emanate into at the
tiniest insinuation of crackling thunder; is an
brilliantly undaunted testimonial to the same.

Believe me. Trees symbiotically defecate like we do;
the sporadically formed pools of moisture near their
stem; is an marvelously undettered testimonial to the same.

Believe me. Trees uninhibitedly diffuse into
unsurpassable happiness like we do; the beautifully
unfettered rustling of their leaves at the first rays
of golden dawn; is a regally vibrant testimonial to the same.

Believe me. Trees dance as vivaciously as we do; the
ebulliently enchanting swaying of their branches at
the onset of ecstatically blessed spring; is a
marvelously spell-binding testimonial to the same.

Believe me. Trees get as blissfully mesmerized as we
do; the impeccable sheath of poignant dew on their
leaves every milky midnight; is a unfathomably
impregnable testimonial to the same.

Believe me. Trees get as naturally fatigued as we do;
the pathetically drooping periphery of their demeanor
at impoverished sunset; is a spectacularly unshakable
testimonial to the same.

Believe me. Trees have as much unhindered sensuality
as we do; the freshly born tendrils unassailably
clinging to the branches under spurts of torrentially
rhapsodic rain; is a bountifully undeniable
testimonial to the same.

Believe me. Trees are as thunderously volatile as us;
their metamorphosing into an unimaginably anguished
scarlet at the sight of innocent being mercilessly
beheaded beside them; is an unflinchingly peerless
testimonial to the same.

Believe me. Tees are as uncannily secretive as us; the
surreptitiously mystical reverberating of their stalks
at the settling of darkness; is an incorrigibly
irretrievable testimonial to the same.

Believe me. Trees are as diminutively erring as us;
the intermittent oomph's of frustration wafting from
their imperfectly corrugated persona all day and
night; is a supremely infallible testimonial to the same.

Believe me. Trees are as fantastically innovative as
us; the incessant unfurling of limitlessly panoramic
beauty from their visage every moment; is an
irrevocably unnerving testimonial to the same.

Believe me. Trees harbor the same sense of united
oneness as we do; their altruistically sharing their
fruit with organisms of every caste; creed and color
alike; is an immutably handsome testimonial to the same.

Believe me. Trees are blessed with the same aura of
tireless perseverance as we are; their slowly and
slowly culminating into gigantically unparalleled
foliage from just a minuscule seed; is an indomitably
royal testimonial to the same.

Believe me. Trees are as insuperably eclectic as us;
their amazingly tenacious grit to acclimatize to every
season; storm and rain, singing; blossoming;
defending; sequestering; all at the same time; is a
pricelessly sacred testimonial to the same.

Believe me. Trees are as incredulously reactive as us;
the curling of their branches at the tiniest innuendo
of danger and unfurling of their leaves full throttle
at the first beams of fresh morning; is an
unbelievably miraculous testimonial to the same.

Believe me. Trees are as sacredly worshipping as us;
their inexhaustibly existing in synergy with God's
unceasingly vivid environment; is a boundlessly
effulgent testimonial to the same.

Believe me. Trees are as much holistically breathing
as us; the wind perpetually exhaling from even the
most infinitesimal pore of their emolliently serrated
skin; is an unconquerably undefeated testimonial to the same.

Believe me. Trees are as immortally loving as us; the
unbreakable relationships that they form with every
conceivably philanthropic entity of the atmosphere and
beyond; is a timelessly exemplary testimonial to the same.

So. The Next time you think of chopping a tree for
"Paper" or spuriously turgid bonfires to passionately
enlighten your every dreary night; remember that you'd
be insanely annihilating one human of your own kind,

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