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On ode to the Green Man

I am ther Green Man, king of the trees,
Where I walk nobody sees,
A slight rustle of leaves,
A hint on a gentle breeze,
Look my way and I'll freeze.

I am the Green Man of green and browns
I walk threough the tree trunks and through the crowns
A slight rustle of leaves,
A hint on the breeze
Look my way and you'll frown

I am the Green Man of mytrhs of old,
Left by this world, out in the cold,
A rustle of leaves,
A wish on the windy breeze,
Look my way for the truth to be told.

I am the Green Man, guardian of the forest
Come to my domain and seek your rest,
A rustle of leaves,
On a very stormy breeze,
Look at my world, it was the best.

I am the Green Man, king of nature,
Of woods and forests, all mature,
A shaking of leaves,
On a hell of a breeze,
Cut down my domain and see your future.

I am the Green Man, the king who will die,
Into the realms of myths and legends I do fly,
No rustle of leaves,
On a cold winter breeze,
For now the trees belong to a time long past by.