Final Call Poem by Samuel Whitton

Hello, Mother of Nature,
I call thee, Mother of Trees.

Why wont you hear my call,
my call is louder then your voice.

Her soul is burning, yes.
Her story ends, yes.

I refuse the path of reason,
I refuse the path that you have made!

Why wont you hear my call?
Why don't you hear my voice?

My reasons are more sound,
Yes, more sound then your truth.

The true nature of the end,
should be put on hold, for my sake.

Is not this force, binding our souls,
greater then the woven reality?

Is not this force, greater than all,
must it not all, be put on hold?

Are my reasons not greater then your own,
for upholding natures wrath!

Why do you insist? Why don't you look back?
I must look back, I will be your enemy!

Can you not, stop this for me?
Or my heart might be ripped in two.

Her life is greater, yes.
Her life is greater then your rule!

My soul, is it not part of this world.
Maybe not, I suppose my life is not.

My life is no greater then my Brother's.
Not greater then my Sister's.

But those truths are so distant,
distant like a burning flower.

A corpse rotting in the earth,
memories eaten away.

Why, Why, Why don't you listen to me...