I see a tree growing,
I see he doesn't have problems,
he seems happy,
his trunk is beautiful,
the best wood I've ever seen,
then I see an animal,
an animal that talks to the tree,
the tree seems pretty scared,
what would the animal said?
After that,
around the tree I see weed
growing,
I see the tree becoming grey,
as time passes.
After some time,
I see that the tree's wood
became black,
all his leafs are gone.
What I think,
what I know,
is that the animal,
corrupted his heart,
with hate,
with ambition,
his wood turned black,
as his heart,
as his soul.
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