An Elysian Dream
My last farthing I did bequeath thee
The Queendom was fresh, ‘twas 1953
You put the coin to use, planting a tree
The frail sapling grew roots deep, leaves green
Fruit decorated the branches, an elysian dream
Then pests invaded, with goggles and sprays
Two-legged devastation machines
Upending the dream
~ Arsenic-laced green
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