I wanted to talk to American trees
Redwoods, Monterey pines, spring flowers
grass and bushes too
I spoke about wind, sun and moon
They answered me quickly in time and money.
I saw fear on their leaves
They wanted to be called Natural Resources
Maybe in that way they could be preserved
But where would I find magic now?
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