Saturday, July 18, 2009

Young Maple Tree 1993

They would'nt give you a chance to grow in that lot,
Eventually it would become your muddy gravesite,
Another green space destroyed without conscience,

But I know what I must do,

A replanted saviour,

Safe place for you to grow,

Even around these urban eyesores,
I know of the many protected parks,
No one would dare disturb you now,

It lives now in Lighthouse Park,

Thrives uninterrupted with its beautiful growth,
Gives a home to the animals,
And shade to the park visitors,

As well as the air,

To all whom wish to breathe and respect life.

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