I have been asked to take a side - I take
no sides with thee - whatever sides there are
I will prefer to take the side of trees. We make
a world of men and say we are glory and the power
But our faith demands we seek the lowest beggars
clothe the naked, heal the sick, and feed the poor:
The forest is not naked, is not sick, and blooms forever
But we beggars take until remaining is no more
I think, in faith, we must investigate what makes us poor
For if the world abundant sings, and we in poverty -
It was the treatment of the trees that give us all we are;
The trees are never crying, never tiring, have no snobbery
The trees and blessings of the trees go to elephants and insects
Accumulated mysteries in between make bounty's architects
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