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The Forest is The Heart

The Forest is the Heart

The gleam of dew bouncing off delicate shrubbery,
Cautious eyes from the window, with only the sound of falling cutlery.
But the weather changes and all the colourful flowers begin to die,
Nerves rise, and fury falls upon the smallest star in the sky.

There's a clatter and a bang, as the closet door opens,
The fish in the ocean are poisoned as they start to lose their fins.
They're sinking, and drowning, in an ocean as black as the sky.
Suffocating slowly, from the table they begin to rise.

Tress wilt then shrivel up and the leaves turn a grotesque type of brown,
Rage filled exclamations fill the ears as they're left on the ground.
The cautious eyes are now full of tears, as they wonder what they did,
Leaving behind a family of storms, and a dead forest where the eyes used to live.