Broccolis In the Forest
The broccolis in the forest,
Which make air to breathe,
They show their green feathers
That stem out of their sheath.
Fruits in our appetizers
Fragrance from their flowers
They work for our best
In how they influence showers.
Although their help is immense
We still cut them down.
We burn them for our fireplaces
And they continue to frown.
Soil erodes from places
As floods come sweeping in.
If we don't use common sense
Our end will be seen.
As always has existed
There is a solution to this.
We shouldn’t cut them down
But should plant more of these.
We should treat them as our own
For they are kind and giving.
Let’s all get unified
To get the broccolis smiling.
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