You count your lifeBy decades.I count mineBy centuries.My roots sunk deep into the earthwhen Jesus was born.
As a sapling, I saw great nations formThen I saw them torn apartOr crushed by greater nations.I saw tragedy and glory.
As I grew, I became the home of many.
I sheltered those who needed meWithout complaining.
Then one of you carved a giant hole in meSo you could drive your car through.
So, why not go around?
Dear humans:The earth was a wonderful place.I can't say I like what you've doneWith our home.Sincerely,Giant Sequoias
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Poetry
شِعرThis is a collection of poetry. There is humor and there are poems that follow a tight structure. There are also some that are "free verse"
