Humanity is a forest.
And we are a trees.
It takes years to grow a tree
But it takes mere milliseconds to cut it down.But humanity seeks to burn down themselves
Setting fire to the habitats of wise creatures
Because once the last apple, cow, leaf
Is goneThe forest will be gone,
For humanity cannot eat money.
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Plethora [Of Poetry]
PoetryLike watching a play of emotions from the front row seats. Plethora. _________________ Plethora [Of Poetry]. Original Poetry By @JeonDaokookie.