The maple buds keep going, even when they're cut, the sap flows and steams, even if it's resting on an electric line, and struggle in the cold. Opened up their home. I bring destruction, then I bring life. The road in is muddy. The road out is muddier. There's tracks there. They cover the tires. I almost get stuck. But I get two logs out. A yellow beech, and a cherry. They'll bring new life to a kitchen. We're all bringers of destruction. We're all killers. It's just, some are more removed than others.