A place so far away - I am,
Yet not a place at all;
Where all the good things grow - indeed,
My trees are thick and tall.
People will work hard to reach
the land where I do lay,
But when they come here they look at
Each other in dismay:
"This is not what I thought
Or wished I'd ever see;
The land I worked so hard to reach
Yet lies beyonder me.
Look at how despicable
Is all the greenery,
The land of trees - thick and tall
Is where I want to be."
So off they go now to a land
No better than my own;
But listen friend, there is one thing
I wish they would have known:
"Do gaze at my very trees
While on the ground you lie,
And even lowliest of leaves
Will always touch the sky."
Beautiful poem.
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