A tree laments

Spread wide and tall here I stand

overlooking the greens in the woods

on each of my branches, life forms dwell

a cosy home for lord’s creation,

a shelter to birds, bees, bovines,

the musical notes of my gentle leaves

add to their banter,

I liven up many a weary mind and body

as the scorching heat pierces through,

I’m the coolant, providing succour,

heavy downpours, thunderstorms I withstand

to keep many little worlds on me safe,

But alas, there’s danger I fear,

the ‘intelligent’ of the species

with a saw in hand is here

greed seems to have taken over him

he’ll destroy many a life here

to create a world for himself and his wife

how do I explain to him,

that you don’t build one by uprooting another’s