She looks at me
so wanting me to give her mercy
the scares from last summers storms
has made her brittle and weak

I see her from my window
in this cold and desolate winter
what I have to do
will make me natures sinner

I'd rather give eight pints of blood
then do what I have to do
with axe in hand I do the unforgivable
I chop and hack, and I cut her down

This is hard for one liken to me
to **** a suffering tree
it breaks my heart and part of me dies
tears do fall as the tree dying cries


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris