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The Last Tree....Shakespearian Sonnet When the last tree is severed from the land And wild flowers gathered from the field Shalt it be that humans do not understand That all plants perish with a seedless yield Still they desire the forest in which to walk To climb upon sturdy trees strong and free Whilst tearing wild flowers from laden stalks If they had only understood they would agree They cannot take away and watch them grow To take away completely 'twould be a shame There will come a day when they shalt know That every tree and fruit doth bear a name Like us they live and breathe with sap within To destroy this wonder shalt surely be a sin. |
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