...Madness Of Deforestation

Natures Majestic Trees still, mighty, Clawed feet grips mother earth deep, Together holding ground as their own, Reaching tall breathing out for others life to keep, Vying for canopy rights, claiming the high blue sky. Morning sunshine paints its mascara tints, Shading green, lighting brown glinting green, A pleasure to see the sea of leafy glints, Amongst this growing life stands a dead giant Like a floundering sailing ship in the cruel sea Now a wonderful perch for the crows choir singing “NO TREES NO ME, NO TREES NO THEE, ” Stark dead arms reach out leafless, fingers pointing Death comes slow to the giant that held the earth together. Crows cawing out their signature song piercing the silence, With their timeless silhouettes of black feather. “Look what do you see besides this dead tree, Caw caw, caw caw caw! Uproot them are all for a mirrored vision of thee, You cannot play with Mother Nature’s law. After dearth there is no earth!