The Green should be Seen

The silhouette of fig trees appeared as nightfall approached

The pearly white moon shone on the damp forest floor and illuminated the coarse tree trunks

Misty fog blanketed the highest peaks, dew drops laid on leaf tips

I sat in silence, surrounded by cold fog, admiring the view

Dawn returned in a flash, bright sunlight awoke the flowers

The radiant sun blinded me,

Soon strange figures arrived with an unknown motive

Prickly weapons, hazardous tools and large machinery

The bitter-smelling gust trailing from the machine tickled my nose

They are invading my safe haven, now is no longer safe after all

Disbelief paralysed my body, the trees shrieked as tools dug deep into the bark

One by one, trees were wiped out, it was too late to turn back now.

Pea-green leaves are dense on the branches, and the tall trunks are polished with a rich chestnut pigment

The beauty of my home, but rather my second home, was taken away

My eyes began to fill with water, my chest knotted, my head heated up like a wildfire, and disappointment took over my body.