The tree is standing proud and tall.
Looking down upon us all.
Yet it is we who own it's fate
Yet we care not about the rate
of trees chopped down
we chop and chop
we make our towns
we never stop
to pause and think of consequences
no instead we build our fences
build our houses build new stores
until one day life is no more
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If I Wrote It, It's Here
HumorPoem about things I don't know. Letter to people who aren't real. Thoughts about things I'll never have.
