It happened during a morning stroll
Surrounded by the woods i walked
I heard a cry of a ghastly fowl
As near the carcass the vultures had flocked.
As I watched the end of the creature's life cycle
I felt that the end of the woods was near
For the homes of men and their food, staple
Men are the vultures that trees should fear.
Apocalypse is near for nature's beauty
Where then will the animals go?
How can I stop this monstrous catastrophe,
As difficult as stopping a river's flow?
I decided to gather tree lovers like me
So that all hope for the woods isn't lost
Like the birds then, the woods will be free
And their roots will not be reached by the frost.
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