As we sit many years from now,
Talking of what we remember,
Of trees and of forests,
Where animals ran free,
And the leaves turn to the color of flames,
At that special time of year,
But our children will sit,
With a look of bewilderment,
As if we are talking of a fairytale,
That could not possibly be true,
And the oldest will look up,
With the sadest look in his eyes and ask,
"Mommy, Daddy what happened to all the forests?"
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