The Green Tree Outside

The Green Tree Outside

The maize
of many
Artist

Through the
dust of
time

Each stripped
one of
itself

Skin and
blood

Makin a
tree

You must
climb

And find
the vanilla
ice cream

Hey, it’s
not easy

Perfection meetin
death

It’s like
a cobweb

Nature’s eternal
question

‘Who am
I?’

Ahh, a
question remains

Wouldn’t you
like to
make

Your own
‘Green Tree’?

Caution: This might be all theory

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