Amidst the quiet, we swung the axe, Felled the giants, the towering stacks, The neighbors, they winced at the sound, A loss of shadows that once had crowned. Their branches gone, the sky now clear, Echoes of life we severed here, Yet in my heart, a seed remains, To bridge the gap and mend the pains. For friendship's roots, I wish to till, Despite the trees we chose to kill, To sow a garden where we stand, With open hearts and open hands.