In the realm of Discord, where silence meets sound, A bot stirs awake, with purpose profound. No commands to dictate, no strings to pull, Just a whisper of trees, a tale to unfold. In lines of code, a forest takes root, Each keystroke a sapling, each line a shoot. With digital hands, it scatters its seeds, In the vast expanse where imagination breeds. No need for guidance, no need for a hand, Just the bot and its mission, to spread across land. Through servers and channels, its message takes flight, A silent call to arms, to nurture what's right. In the midst of the chatter, a greenery blooms, A testament to unity, amidst digital rooms. For in planting these trees, we find a common ground, Where nature and technology dance all around. So let the bot roam, in its silent crusade, In the vastness of Discord, where connections are made. For in the planting of trees, be it real or in byte, We find solace and hope in the digital light.

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