The Survivors

A beautiful bud blossoms,
The yellow bud fills the sky,
For when the youngsters come,
Their faces lights up the starry night sky.
As the tired ones sleep,
As the plants grow beneath my feet,
For tomorrow we must forage for survivors,
For the lumbers will be back soon.
The plants eyes open and tear in belief
For we are endangered.
And others like us are in danger.
So we shall not surrender our forces of passion.
So I want them to be here for more generations to come so let us be together for generations to come.

Species = Narrow Leaved Bertya