Treasure Island

Christina C Sunrise

(04-18-1966 / Elizabeth, New Jersey)

SAVE THE OAK TREES


When you touch paper you touch a tree.
You pray for the trees from which paper come to thee.
Trees store light and wisdom in which they can share,
the make you cool by giving you shade.
You shop down a tree you should pray.
Pray for the Oak trees not to but cut down
cut down sad to the ground.
For Oak trees are very tired now-
they need to be appreciated somehow.
Appreciate Oak trees qualities of strength.

Submitted: Saturday, June 01, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 04, 2013

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Written by Christina C. Sunrise on Mach 11,2012

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