the forest,
wild and free,
like I want to be.
the ivy,
that grows on my trees,
is my winter coat.
the birds,
are my faithful companions,
that come to see me everyday.
the bulldozers,
that tear me down,
take away from my wilderness.
the buildings,
that go up instead of me,
take away my freedom.
[basically what im trying to say here is: we are killing ourselves. All the beautiful things in nature we admire will be gone if we dont do anything about it soon, and we do have to do something.... and the sooner the better. I know this only reaches a few people, but I hope today you decide to make a difference, even if the way you make it is small.]
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