The Ballad of Kenley - the Lumberjack of Nature

Kenley, a doe with curious eyes,
A lumberjack with a heart of gold,
Proud of her clan and full of pride,
With questions that never grow old.

Her ever-watchful eyes roamed free,
Through a forest new and strange,
With her clan banner as company,
And a horseshoe for her to arrange.

The trees before her looked destroyed,
But beauty still shone through,
She wondered how long they'd been deployed,
And how much work they'd ensue.

For Kenley was a hardworking soul,
Who earned her living with her hands,
Her love for nature was her goal,
As she explored new lands.

With her axe in hand, she approached,
The trees that stood so tall,
She knew that her work would be reproached,
But she'd answer nature's call.

And so, she chopped and chopped some more,
Until the forest was cleared,
Kenley had fulfilled her chore,
And nature's beauty reappeared.