The day is gray in every way; a cloud
Begrudges sun and threatens rain.
As though our emerald planet sighs aloud
Until the din can penetrate our brain.
When sighing fails to make us see the light;
When floods and droughts and searing killing heat
Are not sufficient whispers in the night;
When leaves on Tree of Life begin to cheat;
When each begins to leech the sap of Life;
Puts greed ahead of life-forms large and small—
This disconnection rots the Tree with strife.
Disaster then, and Death will come to all.
It’s not too late to love the Tree Entire.
Enlarge your family now
It’s down to the wire.
petersironwood 
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