The consoled warmness-feeling my body,
In the forlorn mess it became my hobby,
When I give up my soul onto your chest,
My lord\'s Earth was eventually so blessed,
When the greenery of its tingled me,
And how I wiped my tears of glee,
I saw the clouds marking me in a heart,
I saw the grass tearing the untold stories apart,
I didn\'t smile, or make a move,
When I saw the so called humans and a groove,
They buried me with curses and vibes of glowers,
I was already torn when I saw wither flowers,
I screeched from a voiceless mouth,
To get burnt I accept and I will not shout,
For the day I saw more deaths than me,
The obscured death of my greenery and me.