De-Forest-Ation. Poem by Fay Slimm
De-Forest-Ation.
Silently screaming, down she goes,
Clawing the ground her branching toes.
Cracking of limbs is heard all around,
Breaking her back, she falls to the ground.
Axe held high, then terrible blows,
Another one down, down she goes.
Forests are falling with awful sighs.
Roots bare and open now to the skies.
No matter the cost trees must fall.
Soon there will be no tree at all.
Another one down, and down she goes,
Crash to the floor, yet nobody knows
Where it will end, rape of the trees
Is bringing nature to it's knees.
With deforestation - down she goes.
Lunacy governs - and how it shows!
a butchering job done at a very dear cost...read my 'a never ending story - exploitation'
Amazing write Fay...what we do to our planet in the name of cash is unbelievable...truly we are killing her....well said and very well written...Fi 10++++
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4/24/2024 10:31:26 AM # 1.0.0.1119
great write my friend. i 'm guessing inspired by looking at house messed up the weather system has become and is becoming. The trees are essential to life More valuable to humanity Than diamonds and gold And the true worth of it, cannot be sold. Man has yet to realize That trees are really A God given prize Humble with beauty And not selfish at all Trees were put here To answer the call, Humanity they feed And give us air to breathe Yet we destroy them In the name of greed. Trees hold heaven, at its hem to calm the gods of nature and all Trees do their best, to answer the call.