More Than Just A Bunch Of Trees

It’s more than just a bunch of trees;

the feelings this old forest frees.

Gaia’s lived here since the dawn of time;

destroying it would be a crime.

There’s Spirits here; root, trunk and leaf

that bring our puny Souls relief

from all the pain we live today.

Gaia can wash it all away –

and cleanse us of our puny Sin;

open the door – let beauty in.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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