Thousands of us all around you.
We protect you all the time,
Yet you treat us badly...
You burn us in public buildings
to make you seem better;
You try to make us straight,
but most of us refuse usually;
When we are dead, you are pleased.
Yet, when we are gone, you are sad.
What are we?
The full answer is trees or woods!!!
There are housands of trees around us
They give us air
But we cut them down (treat them badly)
We burn them in fireplaces
To make us seem rich
We try to bend the branches, etc.
But they don't bend
When they're dead, we get paper, so we're pleased
But when there's no more of them, we are sad.
Posted by Xen
on 2004-06-01 11:23:56