I Am Like...
A devasted rainforest
Needing to be healed
Torn apart, long forgotten,
Lying in a chilling sight.
People walk past me,
But don't bother to even stop.
They don't want to look at
What they have caused
Burned, cut, scattered,
Lifeless I lay.
Little hope amongst my soul.
If only, they could plant
That one seed,
Which will heal me
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