There he stood
Listening to his friends
the voices of the trees
singing of their song
Hearing their cries
as they fall
to be chopped to bits
unable to sing again
He sings back
His most sweetest song
To sooth those who have fallen
To bring home their spirits
The standing friends
Join in his song
rocking the fallen down
into their eternal sleep
Jan 17, 2012
Jan 17, 2012 at 9:46 PM UTC
There he stood
Listening to his friends
the voices of the trees
singing of their song
Hearing their cries
as they fall
to be chopped to bits
unable to sing again
He sings back
His most sweetest song
To sooth those who have fallen
To bring home their spirits
The standing friends
Join in his song
rocking the fallen down
into their eternal sleep
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