Whispering voices
Through the leaves
Dancing in the sunlight
The forest speaks to me.
It tells me of stories
Through history long forgotten
It tells me the truth
Of pure glory, spoiled, and rotten.
Clearance has it given me
To roam throughout its abyss
"But remember the rules always!"
The forest tells me this
It says to love and be loved
To be kind and to find
The reason I'm aloud here
The reason this place is mine.
For as a sapling grows,
From its beginning a sapling knows
To grow, be strong,
And then, one day, join the forests' song
In this world of truth,
Even the strongest must sometimes cry,
And in this world of infinite reality,
Even our most beloved die.
So when the forest whispers voices
Of ancestors wise and old,
Smile, take a breath,
And do as you're told.
Time passes,
Flowing sure and steady,
Yet ever suppliant,
Like water, ancient, new, and ready.
I was still young,
When my found my home,
The forest was free and beautiful,
But man was set on making it his own.
A thunderous cry,
Sounds through the air,
And we all gather round the tree,
Or rather the tree that had fallen there.
It was the first of many,
It was the warning call,
For man came with more man,
And more trees were to fall.
We creatures of peace,
We fled and we fled,
We are butchered and abused,
But from man, not a tear is shed,
My home is barren now,
It is burned and it is dead,
Now only my memories,
Sound through my head,
How all would be better,
If man would just stop and wait,
Listen to the voices,
Pleading round Earth's wake.
I cry and I curse,
In the dusty, dry land,
"What troubles you dear?"
The forest takes my hand.
"Man is foolish,
Man is cruel,
Who attacks something so beautiful,
For only the sake of a duel?"
"There are bad fruit,
In the gentle fruit trees,
There are rotten apples,
That create beasts plentiful as bees
"But there are good people,
Such as you, such as me,
Never forget this"
And it leaves me with a seed.
It will take lifetimes,
But what is gone is not lost,
Great thing can come of that
Which has been destroyed by humanity's frost.
Spread hope like a fire,
And from the ashes of hate, love shall bloom,
Be patient my dears,
For great things never come soon.
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