Foolish Walter & his Loving Oak: A Parable of Ecocide and Homicide

Cold was the evening,

Chill was the wind,

Dull the foreboding

The forest stumbling in!

Old was the tree

Rotten were the branches

Foul-mossy was the trunk

To Walter the assassin!

Oh, useless, tree!

The farmer muttered bitter

No use for thee!

No expedient curse a-fitter!

Down bowed the oak

The forest dank with smoke

O, man of hate, so wee,

How has brother elder oak,

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