The woods are green for bird and beast
Offering shade safe and feast
If man goes with axe to fell
Arid dry will become earth dismal
Sky-canopy moans in silence
As the earth erased of greenery
By wordless violence the axe's folly
Flower fruit and the song of the birdie
All a banquet provided by trees naturally
Sit, smile at Nature's maternal lap
Then look for laptop and world-map!
Before the green images go fleeting
Capture, house them in laptop greeting!
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