♥ the guilty woodcutter ♥

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As he walked past the chunks of wood,

The birds in there, sadly chirped.

His destiny lies nowhere, he thought,

This was what he deserved!

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Destroying their sole homes,

Now where would they go?

He was carrying , the axe, the weapon.

For the birds, it was a dreadful show!

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The air, he breathed, choked him down.

And it was all his fault.

Neither would he have cut down the trees,

Nor he would have suffered such a guilty jolt!

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He knew, he was the destructor,

The evil crime he had committed!

He would never be able to make them back,

Their new homes where their souls had stayed!

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He wished, they would forgive him,

Not after he had cut down the trees.

There was only one chance now,

To wait for years, after he had planted the seeds!

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This was the last time, he did his job,

For now there would be no destruction.

Because he has realized his crime.

And he is moving towards a better construction.

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The years passed by,

The seeds had turned into trees,

The woodcutter was joyous, because;

He had never seen such a beautiful scene!

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The birds had once again began;

To build back their homes!

And they happily chirped,

Because they got back their lovely souls!

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