The Talking Pine Poem by Nick krakana

Today I Stopped
To look at a tree
As I gazed up at it's majesty
I had a sense it stared back at me

Telepathy seemed to eminate
From its millions of needles and timeless state

'You have no saw nor weathered face
or axe in hand to swing at my base'

'I've watched my friends go down you know
Its never enough I've heard them say'

'As they came crashing down on that day
Another of earths keepers lost'
Then I felt it to say...
'We'er worth far more than money or pay'

'For without my family of trees
You humans will have no oxygen to squeeze'

Nick Krakana
copyright August 19th 2017