Edwina Reizer

Rookie - 42 Points (12/22/1937 / LAKEWOOD, NJ)

The Death Of A Tree - Poem by Edwina Reizer

When I see a tree cut down
whose life was not yet done
I look upon it with a frown
and then look at the sun.
For the sun that nurtured every limb
and every leafy branch
has one less tree to care for
that never had a chance
to say to man
''Don't cut me down.
Don't let me die.
Don't let the sap
within me dry.'

For every tree that's been alive
that's grown upon this earth
is a gift from nature to us all
that's always known its worth.
The problem as I see it
is man who cannot see
just what it probably feels like?
To be the cut down tree.


Comments about The Death Of A Tree by Edwina Reizer

  • Bronze Star - 2,149 Points Elena Sandu (6/24/2014 6:35:00 PM)

    Dear poet, why there's no comment on such a beautiful, truthful poem? ! If all of us would sit a moment to really listen to the nature as you do, our world will find so many ways to heal...Thank you for sharing, with each word, I couldn't agree more! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 30, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, April 30, 2010


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