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I know of a tree that has lost all its friends
Once surrounded by growth
Now surrounded by ends
A man put his plow to this beautiful field
Even tore up the roots, broken homes as his yield
Not a thing could be done but to sit back and wait
This man’s trampled nature and replaced it with hate
That tree had to watch as every one of its own
Got ripped from the ground
Not even sticks were left alone
Each day it woke up, unsure if it’s the last
As the final few flowers got cut from the grass
Tossed
Tumbled
Torn to bits
When will he pay for the crimes he commits
The soil is empty without the things it once held
The lost roots kept stories this ground cannot tell
Still the worst is the tree
Who had to wait there and watch
He destroyed its whole family and left nothing but rot
This tree has been forced to speak for itself
Just look at it standing there, alone in its hell
Surrounded by nothing but memories lost
He took what he wanted, this poor tree was the cost
It harbors the malice he brought to this place
Its overreaching branches now just reach for blank space
Let it hold on to hate as it re-blossoms the field
Build deeper roots no big plow can reveal
Razor sharp leaves and trunks made of steel
Make man learn the lesson of how nature can heal
—Connor