A Note To the Greedy
Leaves safeguard my skin
From sun rays burning my chin.
Their death’s a hick’s sin
Green trees kiss the wild
While berries nourish the young.
‘No trees!’ means ‘No child!’
The damp air we breathe
Helps the soul to sit and read.
Dear leaves, pay some heed
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