The axe doesn’t remember the tree
But the tree still fell
It chopped and chopped at timber
From a forest it tried to quell

It cut core deep and swiftly
Directly to the bone
And stuck and dug so deeply
Deadly force being thrown

A stump left small and ragged
A mark of what once lived
By the axe that swung freely
Not knowing what it did

The axe doesn’t remember
Every tree felled by its swing
The ones it will remember
It still wouldn’t change a thing



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