Guns and Trees

The bullets rain through the sky

Obliterating all life in front of it

The wonders of nature shatter before the man-made monstrosities

Blood, carcasses and the remnants of the trees

Shiver before the gentle breeze

Guns, chainsaws and drills 

Have advantage over the forest

The machines mercilessly ravage the forest

What once was a vibrant and tranquil shelter, 

Is now a battlefield with the bodies of innocent souls

The forest is in its dying moments

Outnumbered by the machines

The blood and stains of the forest

Are splattered all over the floor

The curse of the forest haunts mankind for eternity

All because of guns, chainsaws and drills