Trees MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   A seed that blooms to become so high

So close to touching the clouds.

The supplier of air

The home to many creatures

The chair for many children.

Then suddenly with one swift swing of the ax

No more air

No more homes

No more children

No more hopes of touching the clouds.

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