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The days are hot and the wind became weak

The seas evaporate through time.

Robbed from it's sources by dissease.

Systematic obiteration of oxygen, replaced witch carbon dioxyde.

The smell or rotting wood fills my sences

I see forests disappear before my eyes

I've been drawn from my solitude

Hatred and despair grows stronger in me.

And humanity is supposed to be one race?

Am I apart of the dissease that threatens the woods?

Am I apart of the destruction of nature?

The once woods I called home reducted to ash!!!!!