forever gone

The soft flakes of snow fell through my fingers,
Each flake escaping into the clean, fragile air
As the sturdy, thin lines of oak surrounded me
A barrier was created
A barrier which formed protection from reality
The few year this beauty will live
Once our earth is broken, no more snow and trees
The machines and axes ruin the ground
My dream land will be concealed by housing and roads
No more beauty, no more dream
My land will never be seen

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