A tree is a good example of a simple life,
That can easily be killed with a large knife,
By the hands of those full of strife,
As the tree fall and timber while hearing the sound of fife.
One marked as the emerald tree glows in bright green color,
As the greed of life feeds on the emerald tree full of dolor,
Repel those life sucking greed on the emerald tree with heptachlor,
Before it’s too late for the tree to be in the state of pallor.
You are of your own treasure,
As you are your own emerald tree so don’t lose composure,
Keep that in mind for no longer be affected by the fissure of pressure,
Because you’re the emerald tree and that I assure.