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As the summer leaves fly by,
the winds breeze past.
Air chilling to the bone,
In the grass to lie.
Birds flapping their wings,
over the trees, so high.
The bugs flying in the sunlight,
accompanied by whistlings
The cubs gather for a treat,
mama bear laying down.
As hunters fill the forest,
outside there den, noises of feet.
Traps filling the ground,
bones covered in the soil.
The stench of corpses fills the air,
rotting without a sound.
Trees trembling downward,
as forest fires are glaring in the mist.
Lumberjacks swing their axes,
as wildlife runaway, like a herd.
Cabins filled with people inside,
as fire comes closer and closer.
Burning the cabin from each side,
suffering people start to hide.
this wont be a series, its more of an out look in modern times today...
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the winds breeze past.
Air chilling to the bone,
In the grass to lie.
Birds flapping their wings,
over the trees, so high.
The bugs flying in the sunlight,
accompanied by whistlings
The cubs gather for a treat,
mama bear laying down.
As hunters fill the forest,
outside there den, noises of feet.
Traps filling the ground,
bones covered in the soil.
The stench of corpses fills the air,
rotting without a sound.
Trees trembling downward,
as forest fires are glaring in the mist.
Lumberjacks swing their axes,
as wildlife runaway, like a herd.
Cabins filled with people inside,
as fire comes closer and closer.
Burning the cabin from each side,
suffering people start to hide.
this wont be a series, its more of an out look in modern times today...
VOTE HERE FOR THE POEM YOU WANT TO SEE ME WRITE
OR SUGGEST A POEM TO ME BY MESSENGING ME ^_^ I WILL READ IT
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