I am like a tree
that is being chopped
the axe cuts me deep
while I am asleep
the flowers are victims
of the bottom of boots
they will never bloom
they die under the moon
nothing left but rotten fruits
the birds lose their home
the bee dies on its own
for heavens sake
please let me awake
where is the sun
to wake me from
feeling so numb?
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