Memo To Man Poem by Winston Soldevilla

Stop killing my trees that sway in the breeze
For they shelter my birds and my bees.
For they give fruit and shade rubber and marmalade
Oh stop killing my trees if you please!

When I made my first tree, t’was not only for me,
But, for all mankind who on earth are born,
For the children at play every morning each day,
I made them too for all those still unborn.

When I fashioned each leaf, t’wasn’t easy nor brief.
But, I crafted each root and each vein
Your heart knew each tree was a present from me
When you killed them, It was I who was in pain.

From your birth to your death, as you live as you breath,
From your cradle to your earthly barrow
From your shelter against the heat to the shoes on your feet.
Start caring or the earth will be in sorrow.