[Po.1] Cactus * Poetry

- Trees -

Tall brown sticks

Stand tall from the land

Green leaves dabble them

As they sway to the soft music of the wind,

We all walk past them

As they help sustain our lives

They give us knowledge a inspiration

And they fall becuse of our many knives,

Isolasted in the fields and meadows

Cramped in all the forests

Parked everywher around the world

Is natures way of helping humans