Song Of The Woods Poem by Gert Strydom

For a time the birds
and the trees
and animals dwelt in me,
but then came man.

Axes and saws
started to chop and bite
and as trees fell,
there wasn’t a place
safe for animals to be.

Time swept past
and man’s machines
started to carve
right trough trees.

Trees fell faster
than any could grow
and the climate was altered
by man and his machines.

Lost was the air
that had risen from me
and the forest rain dwindled
and a scorching sun
started to batter me.

The world of old is lost
and most of the trees are gone
and clouds of pollution
blankets the world.