If thou refuse to pity me,
If thou shalt love another,
When yon green leaves fade frae the tree,
Around my grave they'll wither.
If thou refuse to pity me,
If thou shalt love another,
When yon green leaves fade frae the tree,
Around my grave they'll wither.
They can't see the forest for the trees. They get hung up on looking at the individual tree being cut, and can't see the benefit of the landscape as a whole.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories