They watched how she failed to keep her tree standing.
Water dripped heavily after she struck the stem with her machete.
She's crying about what she has done.The twigs, are now laying in the forest, surrounded by the other branches that she wounded.
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It all dies in the end
PoetryWe all die in the end. There is not something like a 'happy' ending.
Broken and Wounded
They watched how she failed to keep her tree standing.
Water dripped heavily after she struck the stem with her machete.
She's crying about what she has done.The twigs, are now laying in the forest, surrounded by the other branches that she wounded.