Trees
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
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I heard about this in church, actually. Our pastor showed video of what happened to these trees as an example of how people can be just plain ole' mean to each other.
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