Out In the Cold
The sacred dandelion
who knows all its secrets
if you find one
then you must keep it
the willows wax and wane
and the moon does too
who knows from where the willows come
and to who they boon
the mighty oak of peter
righteous and true
who has the right to cut them
nay me or you
the beautiful forests
buzzing and unique
one day we'll realize the value
of that, we cannot repeat
wonderful rainforests
beautiful and true
they are our greatest treasures
one day you'll see it too
the beauty of nature
cannot be told
but we must all preserve her
or die out in the cold
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