Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Greed

Oh how I'd love to see a tree, that stood from days of old;
But they have all been cut away, to fill mans cup with gold

1 comment:

James stewart said...

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.