one tree for every day
felled in our childhood years
the pulp turned into test papers
we wrote in with blood and tears
two trees for every day
felled when we grow older
the weight of the paper
gets heavier on our shoulders
three trees for every day
felled when we are grown
we turned them into paper wings
made of paper planes we fold
but we forgot the lesson of Icarus
the son who tried to fly but fell to earth
the sun melts wax, and burns paper
we become phoenixes with no rebirth