Big heaping pile of coldness

Plastics elastics fantastic

Illuminated grand bombastic

Yet my eyes seem rather deflated

Upon laying them to rest on fakeness

From real trees

To the ultimate regress

Plastic toppled on top of fanciness

I understand the symbol

But not the true beauty

Of a real tree

Uneven symmetry

Built by the land eternally

Circumvent then these fake trees

Pristine ever to be

From plastic bottles to from of room

Our plastic addictions seems to bloom

From these tupperware we create

A tree to elate

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