There’s a tree, on planet Earth, in the Northwestern Hemisphere, in the United States of America, in Florida, in Broward County, in the everglades, by the river, near the greenest grass. Out there the grass is so green that if you to go to outer space it would be noticeably greener. And out there the water flies by like there no tomorrow. The soil is so rich that it should be worth a million dollars. And the grass grows like their growing speed has been set to warp speed.

Trees there wonderful right? Well even if they aren’t to you they are to me so that’s that. So yet again another conclusion to another poem.