Before fall- in the hot season,
There is a time of treason.
In the summer breeze,
I found my feet frozen,
This day I was talking to the trees,
When suddenly- I heard a scream.
In the distance,
Some trucks rode in with desistance.
Men with low intentions began to take my friends away,
And I heard them call to me.
Sorrowful- I cried,
Shameful- I closed my eyes,
I could not watch my friends die.
The footprint overbearing,
I felt a great urge of despairing.
I felt my lungs start to cave,
And oxygen I start to crave.
Forever- their leaves lie in the dust,
Forever- I apologize--- yes, I must.
Of my existence- we took you away,
And now I can say,
I am sorry and I am sorrowful.