Says, “Its peril on me”
Sounds it “please not”
Smells it the ‘die and decay’!
And it’s me, Green “as you pop’s
The greenly earth, mother Earth.
The Vicious circle arise now
First you charms at me;
Next you, ‘to shelter’
But next “you with axe”
Oh that’s my end, “my bloody end! ”
But now you struggle
Struggle for breath
And now you gave me the space
Space for green, greenly life
But selfish men, Please
Don’t destruct me…
Just to keep vicious still
Weeps the tree… listen…
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