What if the trees wanted to stand tall and upright, mostly colourful
Showing off their muscles and selflessly sharing shade and oxygen
What if they never fancied feeling the pain and torture
Of becoming pulp and fuel and exotically carved furniture
It seems we were the chosen ones, perspicuously hand-picked to season the times of our lives with a certain unique piquancy that will certainly leave a distinct taste of victorious survival and an after-taste of realization in the mouths of those of us who outlast this calamity..
Who ever expected that we would one day be distanced so remotely?..like the tropical islands we once visited.. and that the homes we previously traded for those very tropical islands would be rendered our most desired getaway destinations..