Another poem, from my past, that was intended to be a song... and still could become it, who knows? :-) It's about the too frequent lack of respect of human beings for what's around them. The wood is not necessarily a "physical", green wood: it can be anything... and, sadly, anyone. But this is also about those unrespectful people. It seems, to me, that (sadly) they are not able to understand or figure out a pain... until they feel it on their own skins. The damage caused is always payed, soon or later. They often seem winners... but soon or later they'll end learning that lesson... the hurting way. Thanks for watching, thinking, feeling, commenting, rating, questioning, appreciating, complaining... thanks however. Link to the copyright certificate: http://www.myfreecopyright.com/registered_mcn/C22_9GQ3_9240
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