Funeral Of Nature
Funeral Of Nature1 min 277 1 min 277
Sunlight is playing its symphony through the clouds of smog,
Day is turning into the night while she takes a longer breath,
Wishes that carbon monoxide was her food and oxygen is what she could exhale.
But that is what the tree did,
Yes, there used to be a tree!
That long-standing bark of wood laden with green foliage,
Ohh, was it the only oxygenator?
Shit, I saw it being cut and I walked away.