a tree

a tree has a spirit
but it's not free
it has no say to be cut down
trees might not see
they help us to breeze
if we break them we will freeze
a tree does move
they play with what they created
mother earth has her say
until we see that day
keep in mind what she gave
before we end up slaves

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