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All the trees she planted, you burn 'em out in a w

All the trees she planted,
you burn 'em out in a whiff.
Alas, she's taken for granted.
This isn't her fury, but her grief.

(Full poem in caption...)

 \\Of fury, a cry for help

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The fury of nature is such,
like that of a mother.
Her fury isn't anger,
but a cry for help.
Her fury isn't to attack,
All the trees she planted,
you burn 'em out in a whiff.
Alas, she's taken for granted.
This isn't her fury, but her grief.

(Full poem in caption...)

 \\Of fury, a cry for help

*--*--*--*--*
The fury of nature is such,
like that of a mother.
Her fury isn't anger,
but a cry for help.
Her fury isn't to attack,

\\Of fury, a cry for help *--*--*--*--* The fury of nature is such, like that of a mother. Her fury isn't anger, but a cry for help. Her fury isn't to attack, #Nature #Fury