A poetic trilogy:
The death of a tree takes only a moment.
The death of a forest is a torturous one.
The death of the Earth is too slow to see.
Rise up from your ignorance
And you shall be free.
Life can be gloomy and heavy sometimes, but when you least expect it, you may encounter a fresh gust of wind that brings the warmth of love. In those moments, the clouds of melancholy and despair part, and there is a ceasefire of the blues!