Cut down at the knee, Dancing ballerina tree, So a car may pass, What of this world is to be, When we no longer can breathe?
Away the saws sway, Towards the trees yesterday, Noise of destruction – Disguised under construction; Cacti elimination
Dwellers of the dark, Embrace the feeling of fear, Capturing the light
No, breathe I do not. Yes, haste jumps to conclusions – Good I double check