Society of dry forest
Like life as a state, a sapling emerged,
the untouched soil hears the cry of an infant.
The dry forest of hay & metal rejoice,
There'd be life where it was never meant to be.
The ball of dry grass carried water from the last source,
the sapling must live, for our future.
The old tree with no leaves in his wisdom started thinking of names, would it have thorns, long stem.... Can't think.
The vultures had tears for there'd be food in search of life.
Merely dead forest in love & excitement sent a message to the sun.
'This time glow like it's your last time',
The sun in it's high intensity glowed.
The sapling burned that day out of love.
The forest cried again, took it's last breath & died.
Everything burned that day,... that day God lost his expectations.