• January...

    In the beginning, there was just a tree.
    I was that tree, that tree was me.
    It shared my thoughts, it shared my mind.
    I shared it's face, and it shared mine.
    As it grew, so did I.
    Caterpillar to a butterfly.
    But all around, we just saw black.
    Our oasis of light was small in fact,
    it could probably fit into a sack...

    February...

    Progress is good, we expanded our light,
    we made it big, but what a sight,
    two men were whacking each other with sticks.
    Me and the tree think what is this?
    We try to stop them, calm them down,
    but they don't listen, they snarl and frown
    I guess each must defend his town...

    March...

    It's raining it's raining oh dear, it's raining,
    Drops of water fall from the sky.
    It's bigger it's bigger, the light is bigger,
    the towers revealed go up so high.
    The men in women in separate towns,
    all fight each other 'till the sun goes down,
    they're stronger and stronger every day,
    eventually a price will be paid...

    April...

    The rain has stopped, and people sing,
    one village invented men with wings,
    the other was not to be trifled with,
    as it had launchers that shot rocks and sticks,
    how long will this last, this endless war,
    the tree and I are not really sure...

    May...

    The first sword was created today,
    we have entered the medieval age,
    the fights are bloody the men grow tired,
    they launch their rocks, and set them on fire,
    these people are ruthless and what a shame,
    many lives were lost in this ongoing game...

    June...

    The first Summer, it brings in drought,
    it looks like the tree is starting to rot,
    I cannot imagine exactly the way,
    in which they right now are fighting today,
    I know who wins, I hear the hoorays,
    Many people have died today...

    July...

    The drought continues and people starve,
    the crops are dead, the death count is large,
    I look at the battle and what do I see,
    their muskets are shooting with great speed,
    it doesn't take much, to realize,
    that to kill the beast you must first harm the fly,
    at least one fly is going to die...

    August...

    The drought is over but massacre starts,
    they kill without their very own hearts,
    the women and children they suffer all day,
    they men are ruthless they want their way,
    so they build bigger weapon so their way can stay,
    It can't be healthy their minds must fray, someday...

    September...

    The planes fly, the boats ride,
    and every day there is homicide,
    as women and children and babies cry,
    the bombs let loose, come out of the sky,
    they blow up the buildings and homes...
    they blow up the catacombs...
    they have no respect for the dead...
    they only want power instead...

    October...

    This time it has got out of hand,
    the tree and I watch as the superplane lands,
    it tears up the countryside now,
    it blows up the fields, and kills he cows,
    the people they suffer all day...
    they know death is but a day away,
    no one has any say,
    how long will I last today...

    November...

    This is the final countdown,
    the people go into extreme lock down,
    the men are in their big planes,
    they drop the bombs that will end the day,
    me and the tree watch in horror,
    as the fireball rages, it is the destroyer,
    it zooms out across the land,
    it's filled with power we can't understand,
    it finally reaches the tree,
    it devours everything, including me...

    December...

    Black.