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I walked beside my weary dog
He sniffed the scattered and abandoned logs
Bearing the past of those dying woods
When the leaves were green like they should

Some men want to be wealthy
Battering down the nature and get much money
The others seal their mouth and dignity
So they can’t feel the tree’s misery

I heard vague sound of an unknown crowd
People shared plants and stick them to the ground
A tree burned a code shroud
A seed sowed an alteration vowed

That day, my dog howled to a blooming rose
Telling millions hope of a life’s prose

Dog

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