Cry To The Trees Poem by Christopher Ryan

Giant rowans, hear my call
And answer, if you will –
You vines that canter up the wall
And crest the windowsill –
All you plants, both great and small,
Who slumber and are still –

To you I cry, “Awake! Awake! ”
Feel you not the sun?
The water rising in the lake
From icy keeps hath run,
Bearing tidings in its wake
Of glacial battles won.

The climate’s changed – why do you sleep?
Your house is set ablaze!
Man has charged into your keep
To pillage and to raise,
And laughs to watch your children weep
Through his smoggy haze.

Oh trees, awake and sleep no more!
Shake from your leaves this blight!
Grow, for you must win this war
To free us of this plight,
To show man of your soul’s outpour
That drinks in Heaven’s light.