ANIMALS

by Zaree
(QLD)

As you walk along the path
you start to realize the dead trees
As the tears drip every footstep
you think of all the bees
Living in a swarm of relatives
in a dead environment
After each and every sniff you take,
you smell the burnt bush scent,

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