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DIVERSE AND WILD
Once there was a forest
diverse and wild,
it was watched over
by a little child.
He fell from the sky
into the canopy,
was taught by the trees
to be wise and free.
They told him man
has a power so great,
with amazing ability
to destroy and create.
They warned him about
all the harmful things,
which into the forest
man often brings.
The child grew older
began walking the ground,
learning everything he could
about the species he found.
One day in the distance
he saw some boys,
rolling in the detritus,
using sticks as toys,
they seemed to care
about the forest too,
they called him a man
he didn't know what to do.
So he ran and he ran,
to the edge of the trees,
looking up to the sky,
he fell to his knees.
"If I am like them and
they are like me,
what can this mean
for my friend the tree?"
In the depths of a forest
diverse and wild,
a man evolved
from a little child.
Just like a seed
dropping to the ground,
through taking things in,
looking around,
he became tall,
he became strong,
he knew how it felt
when things went wrong.
So he went to his friend,
the tallest tree, asking
"Did you know that
man looks just like me?"
Morganpoet
diverse and wild,
it was watched over
by a little child.
He fell from the sky
into the canopy,
was taught by the trees
to be wise and free.
They told him man
has a power so great,
with amazing ability
to destroy and create.
They warned him about
all the harmful things,
which into the forest
man often brings.
The child grew older
began walking the ground,
learning everything he could
about the species he found.
One day in the distance
he saw some boys,
rolling in the detritus,
using sticks as toys,
they seemed to care
about the forest too,
they called him a man
he didn't know what to do.
So he ran and he ran,
to the edge of the trees,
looking up to the sky,
he fell to his knees.
"If I am like them and
they are like me,
what can this mean
for my friend the tree?"
In the depths of a forest
diverse and wild,
a man evolved
from a little child.
Just like a seed
dropping to the ground,
through taking things in,
looking around,
he became tall,
he became strong,
he knew how it felt
when things went wrong.
So he went to his friend,
the tallest tree, asking
"Did you know that
man looks just like me?"
Morganpoet
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