Bloom

Bloom

Boom

Boom

Bloom

Bloom

Boom

Boom.

What a sight to behold.

The forest is falling!

What horrors!

Bloom

Bloom

Boom

Boom.

What a sight to behold.

Was a thing people said when they saw beauty.

Now they see a empty lot that was once trees.

Nature Blooms in Spring

Nature Dies In Autumn.

The Forest is Falling!

The Forest is dying, along with it inhabitants.

What horrors.

I can still hear the ringing echoes in the distance of saws touching wood, I hear the words Timber! as the tree drowns it sorrows  in the dim horizon.  The surrounding trees cloud up with dust, from their fallen brother.

What horrors.

That is what I see when my eyes are closed, in the empty lot once dominated by trees.