Lush green leaves fill my forest.
Nothing to see but happy trees.
Not a single stump,
Not a single broken heart.
Wind will sway the trees,
Happy humming bees,
Nimble frogs that sit on logs,
In a clean clear creek.
The forest grows on my sanity.
When my sanity level is high,
the forest survives.
When my sanity level is low,
it will snow with ashes.
And burn to a crisp.
Save my forest,
Or your morals,
won't mean a thing.
