Thinking About What The Trees Are Thinking Poem by Stephen Olufemi Omolara

I ponder in my heart if feelings they have
Or thought of their own posses they.
I am thinking in my mind if they too have souls
Or do they think we are unfair to them
Felling them in prime and green.
Our beds and fittings we make.
Do they in silent agony bear the pains we afflict
When the axes or saw meet their marks?
Oh, or the heat of the ‘chadding’ fire we cause.
Are they happy when the birds perch and rest
Or glad the fowls find meals in their fruits?
Would they be glad if today I fall
Dust to dust, nourishing their roots?
I am just thinking of what the trees are thinking.