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............THE TREE.................
The tree, that mightiest of things
Lifting its arms to the Heavens
In which birds can roost and sing.
The tree of life, its clear to me
It stands in its place
and gives us oxegen to breathe.
It asks for nothing, not from you or me
Its one of GOD`s creations
A beautiful thing to see.
It`s cloaked in greens and many hues
It doesnt asks anything of us
Just contributes to a lovely view
So why do we destroy all that it is
sawing and burning and tearing apart
When its not ours you see, its HIS
But, HE gave it to us to use as we do
But to burn them in mischief
Thats not what HE meant for its use
To warm us with fire and use as in homes
But to wantonly destroy them
Where would the animals have to roam?
The dissapearance of all trees
Shall never come to pass, let hope
For without it, there is no you and me
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