Trunks, branches and leaves
Flowers galore
Seeds of life
Winds blowing green
The blood of the earth runs through our veins,
We were here before you
What becomes of us after?
Will we continue?
We give you life
We give you air
We give you shelter
We give you warmth,
We are the sanctuary of many
Many many more
Many more than you,
When will you wake up to the results of your greed?
Where is our voice for we cannot be heard?
What tears will you see
When you rid of us all till it’s dry?
By then when we’re all gone
There was no time to cry
We do live
We are life, can’t you see,
It may not just be the sound of the chainsaw,
But the screaming of the tree.
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