Look down, on the ground

The leaves are adorned with dewdrops.

Sunlight reflects off the surface.

The stem is decorated with tiny thorns.

All of these little things have a purpose.

The trees, towering over the sapling

In front of a pastel sky.

Clouds drift through the wind.

The sapling, scared, wants to cry.

It is always forgotten, not to be seen.

Hiding amongst the evergreen trees,

Stepped on, tortured, rich with scars,

Promised to be protected but with no guarantee.

So listen to the words I have to say:

Watch where you are stepping in the forests.

You can change someone's life

If you don’t watch where you are going.