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Last Sunlight


as the wind rustles through my thick hair the breeze of a forest is fair slivers of hope and beauty touch my face as I walk amongst my protectors seeing their health destroyed by man made wastes I journey to the edge where I see destruction my protectors cut down in an effort to raise corruption I say no more I have awoken from my conformity seen god’s eyes he spoke to me save what can be saved before it’s too late stop the meddlers from killing our last chance to breathe pick up the damage take your unwanted mess and make something beautiful with it show the world you care make the earth healthy give it your love as we make our repairs stay safe my fellow trees
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