Guarding the sacred forest She watches from above Birthing new vegetation Applying care and love Fear lurks in the distance A paranoia unaware of Watching the forest shine Smiling, is the lady of the vines. Birds suddenly take flight Squawking in their wake The animals stampede below Causing the ground to shake As tears come to her eyes She feels the forests ache Watching it no longer shine Weeps, the lady of the vines. The wind steadily picks up pace Shooting flames into the sky Watching their homeland burn The animals shiver and sigh Her fear becoming reality She silently watches and cries As he works burns with time Destroying beauty and the lady of the vines.Birth sign: Pisces
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