Buildings erupt
from the corpses of ancient trees
Cold, cruel glass knifes
through the warm bowers
Once full of life,
within and without
These trees killed for people
The same people that
once played on its branches in another lifetime
The same people that
rested beneath its shade in eras bygone
The same people that
took shelter from the elements
Now there is no need of its silent strength
And so a massive life is uprooted
As a yuga ends
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