A bad seed bears a barren tree
No birds come to rest there
For its uncaring arms are empty
Foliage of hope fallen, lay bare
Of what worth are such barren trees?
Bear no fruit or leaves, what could they be?
Of no use to man, birds or even bees!
Better to cut into fireside logs, you'd agree!
24.10.2016
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