Jungle of Death

I am cut down then fell scattered my branches my green foliage withers I will grow again as it once was The disease start to arrive I can once again protect peacefully holding a disease to spread before the children died in the jungle of trees. Wild animals become homeless who knows where will they go shelter has been destroyed plants like me killed. When my generation is planted killed all my roots. will he live again the wound is severe I am expecting only pure hearts. KK.080116.4:19PM.