The Lyrics From Billys Forest Chapter 303

Five days before Russia invade Ukraine, I found myself sitting in a forest wondering how we'd react if our borders had become congested with men and women who wanted to take you over. The moment I was writing I felt someone in Ukraine was doing the same. Who was going to protect the trees? The cities? The people? On that February 19, 2022 the writer in me challenged the reader to locate where they are today compared to the five days before the invasion. What has happened to the forests?