WE WERE GREEN
Small breeze is flowing among our bodies. It is talking its complaints to us. But we can't hear her. Because we are deaf. Why? In ancient times we had clear ears. We could hear the thunders. We were strong. We could fight against lightings. We could talk ourselves. We were homes for many. Past, present and future were made by us. We were good for everyone. All admitted those truths. But now our ears are deaf. We are weak. We can't afford even her, on our leafs, twigs and even on branches. Who knows the killer with an axe will arrive?
Oh! God. They are coming. Where do we hide? God, let their axe doesn't work. God...! They are measuring us. No...! We are bleeding. They cut off our hands. And now, their axe is flashing towards us. Aaaah...aaa..!
