Everyone says it has always been this way

But I know what really happened here

The people they, they destroyed it

But nobody could pin it on them because it was the perfect crime

They covered it up

Just like murderers clean up all the blood

I see them but they dont see me

I saw what they did, they killed them all

They killed the trees, and the grass, and the wonderful animals

It once was a habitat, now it is just a place where people come to spend their money

You may think they are innocent, but they are accomplices to the murders

I was there, when they set it a flame and bulldozed everything single little thing

I was there sitting on the grass, tears in my eyes, as they tore down everything

But alas I could not do anything

They may think it is over now, the murder has already been commited

But they are wrong

Because as I am sitting here on this wooden bench, I can still see the blood

And I can truly see

I am, We all are still among the flames

You cut us down to use for your own.

The yank of your hand breaking our bones.

Yes, we are as beautiful as gems.

Pick us and see the screams visible from our mishappened stem.

We have feelings too.

You can’t simply repair us with glue.

We die for your deads.

Always destroying our flower beds.

Decorating your deceased’s grave.

A great payment for the beauty we gave.