Cunning planning, left a permanent mark on a once beautiful forest from the flick of a cigarette
Give it time, give it time, mother natural will slowly heal that ash charcoal covered forest land
She may weep a bit to moisten the soil
And the vultures help the ecosystem around, by eating the dead animal carcasses lying outside the edge of a once forest tree line
Give it time, give it time
A plush forest will rise once again with all sorts of life
When tragedy strikes, mother nature needs to time to recover
She needs to weep to moisten the soil
Sometimes she can’t recover from human demand!
When she tries to creep in, our human nature cuts her off at the roots to make way for an ever expanding population
Many generations ago, she was more of a sacred land
By:ObligatoryInsightPoet
4/14/20
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