old trees

Walking home today, i remember the old trees that used to line the avenue where i live. i can still recall them so clearly: deep-grooved trunks overgrown with moss and ferns; seeds spinning in the wind, white wings like helicopter blades; delicate pink and white flowers carpetting the entire road in the after-rain quiet. i miss those trees, towering above the houses. They gave shade to the whole neighbourhood. Looking out from my bedroom window, i used to see dark, dense foliage criss-crossed with sturdy branches. It's all gone, now.
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i've tried to find the name of those trees online -- they're either mempat trees or trumpet trees, but there's not enough information available to know for sure.
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