Tree fellers
They cut down
The trees
They do
And don't
See the wood
It's simple
I think
For me
Don't cut down
What doesn't
Need
To die
Don't not ask
A question
Because
Of something inside
Ask
And you'll know
Don't ask
And kill yourself
Silently
Inside
This time
This place
It's not
So difficult
Be open
Be honest
Be true
To you
And if
You can't be
If you can't
Face yourself
Then
There's only
One place to look
And
Grab a shovel
Because
Digging out the
Roots
Is nobody's job
Or fault
But your
Own
