Not To Molest The Trees Poem by RIC BASTASA

do not use wood
in a sense do not cut a tree
do not use paper
in a sense do not write anything there
try using this computer
do not bother the paper the wood the trees
do not bother the pen either
there might be papery in there
like ink from wood like sap from a tree

we were born with thoughts and ideas
great minds

there was no paper in our mouth inside our brains
no trees cut by the axe in our hands
the worlds much safer then
and colder and fresher
and shady

and grassy and flowery
moonlighted and free