by Peter Abou Jaoude
The tree standing still
Staring at the light
With so much joy to fill
She fights with all its might
With all her mates away
There’s no one left to fight
There is nothing left to say
She won’t survive the night
From a tall, big sapling
Proud with all her height
To a small piece of wood
Filled with terror and freight
For the day she will be burned
With fuel they will ignite
She’ll be the source of heat
She’ll be the source of light
Fading into smoke
thinking she’ll excite
Children with marshmallows
Playing with their kites
She had so much joy to give
But she didn’t know how
She thought she got to live
But into her they plow
The tree is long destroyed
Hope is what remains
At times you have to lose
In order for you to gain
That is not humane
What has happened to our earth
But at least we can obtain
Knowledge of what it’s worth
