Tree Of Life© - Poem by Roann Mendriq
The loggers came before the dawn,
stealthily likes thieves at night;
To do their deed and then begone,
before the world awoke to light.
They slashed the trees in rampant rage,
regardless of their weight or height;
Blind to beauty and to age,
and then they set grass alight.
The Banyan tree beheld the slaughter,
from his hill in stark plain sight;
Among the fallen was his daughter,
He trembled at her sorry plight.
He held his ground with might and grace,
as tears dripped down his ancient face...
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