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Once they were green growing trees

     wind blew gently though their leaves

rain did fall from the clouds above

     earth did with warmth hold their roots

men did come unto them

     with loud saws and axes bright

end the peace of their grove

     and the simple life of them

strip off the branches and green leaves

     remove the bark and lay them bare

sunder apart of what they were

     into what nature made not

then with iron dug from dark earth

     drove nails though them

and formed of them what which

     nature would not do

placed them here on men's line

     cutting apart mother earth

this side is mine to have

     and that side yours

and in the light of setting sun

     a flash of bright color there is seen

a small bird that does not know

     of the trees that once did grow