Plants
Plants
Plants give us food
That makes our health good
They always need our care
But we forget to give our share
They stand in the hot sun
Without having any fun
They give us shade
Without which we will fade
Their ancestors stood tall
Now people cut them for wood and they fall
Dear plants, we look up to you
But everyone forgets what you do
Benedict
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