Butterfly Tree
Sudden blows shook the big brown tree
Air bending axe whacked consistently
Its leaves, which is its glory fell on the ground
Its body dipped on the cold mud
Then it was dragged by iron claws
Brought to a place with sharp tools and saws
Its skin was peeled, carved with metal
Smoothed by sander
Until a masterpiece was born
Praise worthy as a new creation
Air bending axe whacked consistently
Its leaves, which is its glory fell on the ground
Its body dipped on the cold mud
Then it was dragged by iron claws
Brought to a place with sharp tools and saws
Its skin was peeled, carved with metal
Smoothed by sander
Until a masterpiece was born
Praise worthy as a new creation
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