I'm only here to see my flowers.
I'm only here for the trees.
I planted them, gave water,
Watched them grow from seed.
This land was never mine,
Though I looked after it regularly.
This land was not my own,
Though I worked it lovingly.
To take the flowers would now be stealing.
To uproot trees is theft.
Yet I'm standing empty handed,
Forlorn, speechless, inept.
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