Nature is a beautiful sight
She knows how to make a show
But don't trust humans to do what's right
They kill everything, from young deer to even that crow
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I'll be writing many haikus here. There will be a few ordinary poems, but it will mostly b...
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With my spine of vine And my fingers of bark I will hold up my leaf shrine And the wind I will hark
My little leaves change their color quite often They were green, now they are golden brown Over the grass, they make a crunchy coffin Until the wind picks them up and takes them to town
Wildlife loves to climb my spine of vine And go on the occasional swing Of course, I never really mind I never even feel so much as a sting
Birds make nests on my fingers of bark They know that I won't drop them Holding them up is quite a lark And my fingers are like their precious gem
My leaf shrine reflects the light Did you know it doesn't absorb green? The green gets reflected, all right But it's not allowed in. Isn't that mean?
I don't get jealous of other trees I'm not envious of that nice-smelling pine Don't judge me for my niceness, please I'm quite content with my spine of vine
