A Home For Trees
Trees come from black forests in Denmark
In small pink boxes with holes for breathing
They come on swift sails in tiny boats
Deciduous in nature, they cross the ocean
Invade foreign lands for a chance to grow
Baby trees of the genus Feminine are fresh
Friends and family call them plantets
Categorized in the order of Greenery
Without shedding a tear they shed leaves
Vegetation is all they know
Walking is a struggle for reasons unknown
Learning comes slow for plants
Rooted in the ground, hiding from strangers
Bumble bees and birds mock all tree species
It becomes harder to see the forests go
Denmark is a place called home
A starting point before conquering Earth
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