The trees keep me sheltered
The trees keep me content
I don't know for how much longer, for they have found my true intent
The trees know my secrets
The trees know my lies
They have banished me to the land covered with flies
The trees will soon regret
The trees will soon pay
As I use my giant saw to clear the way
The trees now feel fear
The trees began to cry
As I cut them all in half and they began to die
The trees are no longer here
The trees will know no more pain
For I have now made this forest a giant, clear plain
About the Creator
Kimberly Beier
I’m a struggling college student who uses different forms of art to get away from the stresses of life. This, for me, can be a release of some emotions and maybe raise some college money at the same time, enjoy!
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