Murder In The Old Forest

As I drove along One day, singing a merry song A sight I saw As a grand old tree did fall, Causing my joy to cease At this view of disgrace The sight by this road Was a wearisome load, For timber men did slay In the usual way; The beginnings again Of another arrogant subdivision, All oh so perfectly planned Without even one dropp of spiritual consideration; Murder here was commited in the wise old woods By the avarice of man At the blade of an axe - all just to acquire the lucrative goods; What once was pure and alive Filled with wonder, life to provide, Has now been killed by a fall At the nashing teeth Of a soulless chainsaw; Dozers sweep all evidence away Of the tragedy on this day, As a grand old forest is once again lost Obliged to pay the unholy cost Of human greed, Disguised as need. But, I ask you What can I One mere man do? - Perhaps, by way of a simple poem This tragedy shall become known, Bringing more to task As each may eventually ask: 'For the murdered trees does anyone care? And when they are gone who shall inquire, Why or where? '