wonders how the tree feels
when it's only partly felled
when it's shedding multicolored tears
in a mono-chroming world
trees can't leave...you know
unless they lumber off
piece by piece it's no way to go
unless peaceful's what you do
i've never heard 'um cry, complain or fuss
accept the slant of light
accept the chill of night
accept the pull of wind or rain
to drain us of our life
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