The Trees
The tress they bleed
Nobody wants them
chop chop they are gone
I miss the trees
will my kids see the trees
Will they rember
will they know
I won't risk it
I'll watch it grow I wont chop
Anymore
Guide that inspired this poem:
The tress they bleed
Nobody wants them
chop chop they are gone
I miss the trees
will my kids see the trees
Will they rember
will they know
I won't risk it
I'll watch it grow I wont chop
Anymore
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