‪We grew our family tree together,‬
‪But you burnt it all down with your anger.‬
‪We watered the earth,‬
‪And let nature birth.‬
‪But now this garden is owned by two strangers.‬

‪We walked over all of our flowers.‬
‪The rain washed away our lust.‬
‪And now all that’s left are the dead leaves that sway in the cold breeze.‬
‪The fire stripped our garden of Eden to nothing.
Green to grey,
everything is rubble and smoke,
now we struggle with our breathing.‬

Thе thick grey smoke covers our gardеn and removes our oxygen

‪We grew our flowers together,‬
‪But we lost them, just like one another.‬
Our children no longer have father.
how can we love for our own if we haven’t even grown.
Tell me, is it possible to plant in stone?