SCARS LONG SINCE FORGOTTEN

Dipping and slipping

Comes the sun's ray

Pittering and pattering

Goes the steady rain

Plipping and plopping

Upon the forest green

Clicking and clocking

The happy insects scream

Rippling and rocking

The trees sway

Dancing in the steady breeze

The birds sing as the beat their wings

Butterflies prance And flit through the sky

Yet

Amid the forest rhythm

A foreign Sound

Of Anguish

And

Pain

Is screeching

Ticking and tocking

Ripping and tearing

Screaming and blaring

Pouting and shouting

Weeping and wailing

A giant metal contraption

Slashes a black streak

Across the bright blue sky

Dripping and slipping

Puttering and pattering

Dropping and plopping

Clicking and clocking

Rippling and rocking

The

Forest sounds

HALT

The sky cries out

Its’ blue dress stained

With black ink

The forest takes in breath

It doesn't let go

A metal bird spirals

Through the swaying trees

Clashing and slashing

Lightning wails

Drumming and booming

The thunder yells

Then

Silence

Complete

Absolute

Eerie

Death

The forest takes a breath

There is 

No dripping and slipping

No pittering and pattering

No plipping and plopping

No clicking and clocking

Not rippling and rocking

Just

The

Silent

Presence

Of

Death

Then slowly

Like a sorrowful melody

The rain rolls on

Proceeding without a simple thought

Of that metal bird

But a scar in the forest rain

Is all it seems to them

Dipping and slipping

Comes the sun's rays

Pittering and pattering

Goes the steady rain

Plipping and plopping

Upon the forest green

Clicking and clocking

The happy insects scream

Rippling and rocking

The trees sway

Dancing in the steady breeze

The birds sing as the beat their wings

Butterflies prance

And flit through the sky

The Forest resumes

The scar, long since forgotten.

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