Trees are poems that earth writes upon the sky,
We cut then down and turn then into paper,
This we may record as our emptiness.
One day the Trees will be gone,
It seems all the people do is yawn
But when it's back, dark and no bark,
We'll wish we were sitting in a Green Park
Go Green!
May be this is why I miss school! NGC :)
Never knew u write so well dear. 👍🏻
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