The Disturbance Of The Forest

Stand still, don't make a peep,
however hard they try, 
they always try to creep,

With only the memories of when I had my arms,
taking in the site of my final remarks,
have pity, save me, before they continue delimbing my trees,

Crack crack,
why are they so cunning?
crack, crack,
I sink into the ground,
my greens die within me.