Walking by the Dark Woods, I heard a cry.
Some of those were Green, rest were dry.

Felt like, listening to more,
The cry sounded like a roar.
It drove me into the fusion,
Whether I'm a human or a confusion.

I thought I could create,
Living & non living character.
Woods are so strong,
To provide us all, the shelter.

I was supposed to be,
Nature's protector.
But I'm the one who is,
Destroying all the nectar.

I heard them wishing,
What if those weren't born.
Without the presence of Woods,
My existence would have gone.

Walking by the Dark Woods, I heard a cry.
Some of those were Green, rest were dry.

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