Makes more sense when written on paper...

A little piece of paper.
I’m a little piece of paper, how ironic.
Don’t just screw me up. Please.
I want to be beautiful again.
Not that you care - you don’t even know where I came from.
I was once brother to the wolf, and the hare.
None of that matters now, just please don’t kill me for a second time in vain.
I couldn’t bear that.
I was once tall and proud - but you flattened me, like the ground.
I am not dead.

[size=85]This isn’t an attempt at poetry, or anything. I just wrote it, and liked it. I thought I’d share it with you, and see if you empathise with the trees, too.[/size]

Peter? That’s good.