On the border
between two nations
Grows the red leaved tree
a silent witness of the wars
fought here through history
Around it no flowers or grass
All destroyed by the poisend gas
That humans used to fight each other
That killed the father and the brother

On the border between
enemy and friend
Grows the red leaved tree
A silent witness of the deathes
it over the centuries did see
Empty branches, without blossoms
They are gone since the bombs
That soldiers dropped on each other
That killed the friend and the lover

On the border
between life and death
Grows the red leaved tree
A silent witness of the screams
for help, and humanity
Black trunk and  equally black roots
Burned by the marching troops
That nations sent to conquer
That seemed to wage war forever

On the border
between past and future
Grows the red leaved tree
A silent witness of what was
but also of what will be
Today a bird here built it's nest
of the border completely unimpressed
That humans once killed for
That saw so much glory and gore

Maybe one day
The border
won't matter anymore
On which grows the red leaved tree
As it will witness a final end
To any wars and hostility
As the humans will understand
How they aren't so much different
Then they will all live as one
Then the tree will again bloom
Then in it's shadow kids will play
Then the peace will come to stay

-A/N dunno if that makes sense but the picture was pretty intense in my head.
Stay human;
Sero 💙-