once there was a city
whose name was skycity
everywhere was greenery
so was beautiful the scenery
the city had a lot of fame
people prayed that it remains the same
once the king decided
he'll make a palace he precided
he went and took
a lot of wood
the people said
what about our food?
do not cut the trees
requested the people of skycity
but the king dint listen to them
nor did he have any pity
he made his palace
he cut thousands of trees
the people got angry
and left skycity
gone was all the greenery
so went all the scenery
nowhere was it's name
nor did it have any fame
the king of skycity
remained forever there with guilt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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