Oh tree, so strong and tall,
’ere comes autumn,
and off your leaves fall.
the fruits you bore,
so ripe and juicy,
and sweet to the core,
With golden boughs,
you are so fair,
but man cuts you down,
without a care.
so all men stop
and hear,
you shouldn’t chop,
or lo and behold,
the trees of life,
shall become cold,
and dry.
Nico’s Domain - Ignorance Is Bliss 