A Mighty Tree - Poem by Frank Roth
Where once a mighty tree did stand,
a stump, a blight upon the land.
Its branches graced the sky above,
haven for the mourning dove.
A crime has been committed here,
a life was taken one held dear.
Who claims it did not feel the pain,
of roaring saw and tearing chain.
An axe was laid upon it's boughs,
wind through leaves no longer soughs.
When will mortal man observe,
his moral duty to conserve.
I stood beside that stump and wept,
for life from earth so cruelly swept.
The price we pay for endless greed,
will one day haunt us in our need.
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