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Tall and straight pine trees, stretching their curly tops straight into the blue sky, seem to be majestic columns, on which the glare of the sun joyfully plays. The whole poem is permeated with sunlight and the smell of pine needles, like the pine forest itself. From the very first lines of the poem, the light of the sun and the smell of heated needles enter our imagination. lawns of light all over the forest