smoke column rising
straight from mound of bulldozed trees
progress reeks of death
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hope of nostalgic flashback
changed to prophetic nightmare
smoke column rising
straight from mound of bulldozed trees
progress reeks of death
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hope of nostalgic flashback
changed to prophetic nightmare
I always feel like crying when I see our big mean modern machines tearing apart a forest. I worry also for all the creatures that lived there.
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And the human children that will never experience the wonder of walking through woods through the seasons…
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