8' tall, 15'7" wide, 20' deep

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The Sound of the Trees
I WONDER about the trees.
Why do we wish to hear
Forever the noise of these
More than another noise
So close to our dwelling place?         
We suffer them by the day
Till we lose all measure of pace,
And fixity in our joys,
And acquire a listening air.
They are that that talks of going         
But never gets away;
And that talks no less for knowing,
As it grows wiser and older,
That now it means to stay.
My feet tug at the floor         
And my head sways to my shoulder
Sometimes when I watch trees sway,
From the window or the door.
I shall set forth for somewhere,
I shall make the reckless choice         
Some day when they are in voice
And tossing so as to scare
The white clouds over them on.
I shall have less to say,
But I shall be gone.    

--Robert Frost 

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