(Yeah, this poem is kind of odd. I came up with the idea while I was walking my dog and decided to write it down. Please, critique away!)
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A gentle monk might note
That the trees are all Buddhist;
They meditate to have peace.
But they will have no nirvana.
A humble priest might say
That the trees are alight with Christianity;
In a higher being they trust.
But they don't need the love of Christ.
A devout rabbi might announce
That the trees are of Jewish spirit;
The Torah is their guide.
But they won't wear a star of David.
Only the wise man will declaim
That the trees are all atheists;
In the earth they put their faith.
Religion has no hold on the trees.
