Greed is a bare branch.
Once there were leaves as its values and morals,
But they all came off one by one.
Now the branch stands alone.
They have turned their back,
Against the once pure arm of life.
Cut down in the heat of passion,
Ravaged by the cruel seasons.
Its quest for more and more,
Has reached the end of its rope.
It realizes this,
But is it too late?
Maybe next season.
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