Film Script Why? Why must trees fall? Why must forests burn? Why must animals die? Year after year, Summer after summer? Why? Why do people Have to cry? Why? .Why? Why don’t we clear it? Why don’t we care? I’d rather be planting; I’d rather be walking, Breathing clean air, Watching blue skies, Than stepping on ashes, Dazed by the smoke, Thinking that forests Are the Kingdom of ghosts!
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