A clump of growth found in grounds damp
Densely grown on trees and plants in a clamp,
Covering the moist land and wet swamp,
With a greenish slippery stamp.
The moss is a dangerous species
A careless tread pronounces a falling series
Its spread is in an accelerated treatise,
Endangering the healthy growth in no ease.
It gobbles the nutrients in a startling speed
Making its parent body into a hideous bleed
It mulls the sprouts to a shoddy breed,
Confiscating a sickly lead.
Evil gathers quickly and violently like a moss,
Works up in swift succession against all toss,
Slamming good to a deadly cross,
Interpreting an irreparable severe loss .
Moss has to be nipped early
To ensure a protected site largely,
Evil has to be eschewed badly,
To enliven the society gracefully
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