Saving Birth
Bloom
Bloom
Boom
Boom
Bloom
Bloom
Boom
Boom.
What a sight to behold.
The forest is falling!
What horrors!
Bloom
Bloom
Boom
Boom.
What a sight to behold.
Was a thing people said when they saw beauty.
Now they see a empty lot that was once trees.
Nature Blooms in Spring
Nature Dies In Autumn.
The Forest is Falling!
The Forest is dying, along with it inhabitants.
What horrors.
I can still hear the ringing echoes in the distance of saws touching wood, I hear the words Timber! as the tree drowns it sorrows in the dim horizon. The surrounding trees cloud up with dust, from their fallen brother.
What horrors.
That is what I see when my eyes are closed, in the empty lot once dominated by trees.
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