The forest breathes as the wind whistles through,
Suffocated from the shadows in the shapes of clouds,
The rain pours down and delivers life,
And all thats left is that sweet faint sound,
Water spills from a top the leaves,
As the Forest starts to cry,
and sorrow emerges from the trees,
and its sadness never dies,
The pitter patter of tiny feet,
Destroy its silent song,
And all the rights of yesterday,
Today were proven wrong.
Please tell me what you think
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Why all the sadness?
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