Fallen Tree

the world is a fallen tree
and its fallen right on top of me
ive got the world resting in my hands
branches surrounding where it fell
most are buring in this living hell
yet people do no understand
the world is a fallen tree
what a world we could make it
only if our hands didnt chop it down
in different directions we scattered
kept on going like life didnt matter
closed our ears so we didnt hear a sound





JC