Face of the forest
Rain falls through the eyelashes of the tree
Forming a river of tears and rushing down to its knees
Clenching fists it came back all but too soon
I look down at my palms to the shapes of crescent moons
Holding my breath like a gap in the wind
Trying to uproot myself from the misery within
A storm brings the thunder to crack through the sky
Head thumping hard just trying to get by
The forest stands still showing no weakness
But under the earth the rot begins to surface from the deepness
The Branches and trunks they crack and break
The forest is falling its no longer safe
But how do they save it how do they help
They break out the axes and chop till it yelps
They tell it to cut off its branches to just brush it off
But the forest is screaming it gets sicker and coughs
Chopping and cutting they make it fall down
“This will fix the forest” “It will benefit the town”
“We can use the wood for fires” “we can use..”
but they have cut away the forest now there’s nothing left to loose
The trees are skinny and broken the land stripped bare
The Forest is barren and do you think you still care?
You killed off your forest you said this would work
You treated it with hostility and you made the forest hurt
The people from the town over tried to tell you too
They had a rotting forest but they helped it pull through
They help up there trees and supported the weakening roots
Fertilised and nurtured they planted some new shoots
They watered it with kindness and loved it everyday
They didn’t approach it with anger and let evil get in the way
Everything is different and now nothing is the same
If they didn’t help the forest then nothing would ever change
It didn’t happen instantly it look a bit of time
But soon grew new nature and the trees began to reach and climb
The forest left the darkness, The weakness left behind
But the lesson of this poetry is to always be kind.