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Verdant trees wilt, as the axe doth fall,

Their screams echo, a mournful call.

Reduced to embers in the blaze,

Their kingdom, now a barren waste.

The forest will rage, a force to behold,

And in the end, our bones are interred.

As the snow falls, the forest stands tall.

Man loses the battle, they - merely the brawl.

The storm rages on,

In the forest, we are gone.

Anew blooms the earth,

Memories of man, for good undone.

In our skulls, the worms do crawl.

Nature's triumph, man's downfall.

But as we fade into the past,

The trees will stand, forever to last.

Arctic glaciers moving

Like indestructible armadas.

Fires and floods raging,

Mankind is rotting into primal.

Elders of the woods, rise once more,

Their spirits hold power formidable.

The axe, it breaks, in the hands of man

As the wilds reclaim their land.

The storm rages on

In the forest, we are gone.

Anew blooms the earth,

Memories of man, for good undone.