They say eyes are the windows to our souls but without trees we can't breathe so we need them to console, to nature, they nurture our very being, they're all seeing, all beating, replenishing vibrations to our every need, but too many bleed, not enough seed the next generations they're spirits aren't staining bc greedist burn them down leave no trace, they attempt to erase but the memory of their existence is presence, effervescence...

(I got distracted, I'll come back to this... maybe)