Ramblings of a Confused Tree Huger
I woke up this morning
to hear the sounds
of trees in mourning
I herd the sounds of saws begin
there cutting down the trees again
these trees they hurt
are large and old
They grew from dirt
and now there sold
I wonder if they cried
when the saw blades
were applied
I wonder if they knew
there future's blues
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