Whispers in the Forest

I look outside, burnt trees burnt me.

The world is not perfect the world is not clean,

but I see the sun and I see the sea, and this is where I am meant to be.

I watch the animals big and small.

In the heart of the forest, where the trees stand tall.

A spark comes, and the flames start to call.

The oak and the maple,

The eucalyptus, and the pine,

all stand together, at this moment in time.

The golden sun beams on us, with its gorgeous glow

till my heart beats still. I see the wind blow through the trees

reflecting off these sun-kissed leaves.

The ground crunches beneath my feet as the earth makes me complete.

So let us cherish these with every rustle,

with every breeze, with every hustle.

I feel my hair blow through the breeze, I look around me: pollution,

burnt trees, we breathe in pollution everywhere.

We go here, there, everywhere, but it doesn't show.

In autumn, they shed, in a golden array.

No, I won’t shed another tear, not today.