"Life To Life"
As i was walking through the forest,
I saw a great big tree.
But when I went the next day,
the tree had been cut down.
This filled me with deep sorrow,
for life has been destroyed.
I ran away from there,
not knowng what to do.
I slowed down as I passed,
a bookstore on the street.
I peered inside, and suddenly,
all my sadness was gone.
The book that that I was looking at,
had been been made from that big tree.
But instead of being alive with green,
it was now alive with stories.
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