o mother mother must i die
yes my child and here is why
birds no longer fill the skies
and the seas begin to rise
kittens no longer climb up trees
or butterflies float on the breeze
grandma’s recipe for cherry pie
is lost and forgotten (sigh)
i fear that since i saw you last
the present has destroyed the past
humans have run out of room
and are ruled by an empire of doom
i have to say this makes me sad
you were the only child i had
living in the only universe
and things are steadily getting worse
i can’t remember, though i try
if i was the kitten or the butterfly
if you were the tree i climbed
or only the blue sky i left behind
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