"Mommy, the trees are in hell!
Look! Red, orange, yellow like the sun’s fire.
Mommy, the tree are burning and can’t last long!"
"Leaves rushing to green grass for relief."
"The leaves are on fire! Mommy!"
"They are burning like those lost souls, baby.
What ever will we do?
How can we escape the horror
of our burning leaves, child?
You must tell me, cause I don't know."
You must tell me, cause I don't know."
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