What do trees feel?
1 down,1 chopped, and 1 dead
Pity, arent they alive too?
Creatures so pretty with no choice but to obey
A forest with no green
Watching a rose withering and to decay
A voice having no chance to speak
Myriads of thorns hidden
A creature created with freedom
More like a robot programmed
I sometimes feel like that
Look me in the eye and ask
Is there a trace of green?
Or is it grey like the color today?
Its a nature with no trace of green.
