Depression of the trees

Sadness is what I avoid

Sadness is what gives me hope

A hope I know won’t be real

A hope I know won’t be eternal

A hope that will lead to madness

A madness that I know won’t be delightful

A madness that leads to a bad dream

A bad dream about the burning trees

Trees that once gave us life

Getting destroyed by our own hands

The sound of chainsaws rubbing through our only hope

Cutting like a knife through our sad souls