A dreaming little forest,
Full of bright happy flowers,
All of different kinds and colors.
Creatures leaped through the trees,
In their own happy little glee.
Birds chirp their happy songs,
And chicks learn to fly.
But peace never lasts forever.
One chilling winter,
When the sun never comes out to play,
And nobody's out all day,
Hunters come,
Singing their song,
Of mortal lust to stay.
A little squirrel,
Hidden in the trees,
Watches his friends be slaughtered.
A repeating pattern.
