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Many Generations

The fir tree,
The pine tree,
The box tree,
Of a joy for many generations!
But, lift up your eyes around you;
And, see the rams of Nebayoth.

Instead of bronze, give me gold;
Instead of rion, give me silver;
Instead of wood, give me precious stones! !
And, let me learn the righteous laws of life.
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Gajanan Mishra 18 December 2012
Life is always about the truth. good poem. thanks.
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