Through my two eyes of pain
I saw a half hidden tree cut
A tree born before plenty years
fell to ground within few minutes
her caring pretty hands,
her long, thin fingers
and all the birds houses
together killed without mercy

I heard her scream
I heard her cry
I heard her plead
but only I heard her
not a single soul did
but those tiny, tweeting birds
understood her parting words
and flew away with painful tears

Very few feel sad for them
They, who cut their saviours
never worry about them
but when these warriors
show their mightiest powers
and take revenge on them
A large worry and cry
for these shameless cowards