The whispering trees, with emerald leaves
The ground so soft beneth my feet
The suculent wind, the air it breathes
The sky towers tall, a azure sheet
The golden waters, flow fast as thieths
The life of the forests soul, the death that we all meet
The silent trees, with empty leaves
the ground like stone beneth my feet
the bland wind, the bitter air it breathes
the smog grey sky, a tattered sheet
the dry waters slow, caught like thieths
No life in the forest, thanx to death that we meet.
The invisable trees, with stolen leaves
theres no earth beneth my feet
the dry air no longer breathes
the deathly sky, a pitch black sheet
no waters flow, killed like thieths
Theres no forest, the forest death came to meet.
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