There was a man, a pioneer,
In the world of my fiction and fantasy.
Adam Appleseed was a planter of seeds.
He was planting trees to make up the loss,
Of all the trees that had been cut down.
He always walked barefooted,
On the rough, wet and broken ground.
Adam worked tirelessly in all weather and clime,
Saving the forests, planting one tree at a time.
He used the latest tools in his planters toolbox,
To create the best methods for his planted trees,
To grow them under the best conditions and time.
He protected his forests from pollution and grime.
Adam Appleseed was a special kind of man,
He was working to save forests, as his master-plan.
He was a smart and innovative planter and scientist.
Adam worked miracles with A.I. and made plants thrive,
Thanks to him the flora and fauna on the planet were alive.
We are all not nature lovers, that is true,
We are all blessed with a life to do what we need to do.
You and I may not be the next Adam Appleseed,
Capable to grow plants, forest and remove deadly weeds.
What we all can do in life is simply this,
Do our best to save every tree and every plant we see.
This will help us and future generations to enjoy,
A world of life and love with nature for eternity.
American myth, moth to the flame. Not every weed is deadly, just misplaced. Many “weeds” became valuable fruit and vegetables with value to those that observed their properties.
I like the last name you chose for your character in the poem.