Forest Eyes

Ageless forests
Testimony to so much hatred!
Today I saw them
Bent, tired, wrinkled
Aging a little bit more:
Menacingly grey
Blinded by smoke
Of dying ashes
Choking on the dead
Burning trees wailing
In the distance;
They watch us closely
Waiting to strike
As vengeance stings
The forest eyes!

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