Upon the new dawn

She awoke to them

Her so called people

With whom she wanted none to do

They treated her like dirt

So she dressed and went to the woods

They always welcomed her

But this time they were different

They mourned something

That she could not figure out

And then she saw it

The smoke above the trees

And heard the loud machines

Tearing down the beautiful woods

Destroying the beautiful parts of nature

She marched furiously to them

But met an untimely end

As one tractor did not see her

And struck a tree against her head…