Trees don’t scream
when we chop them down
or even make a sound;
they don’t even
make a fuss
when we poison ancient ground.
But rest assured
they will laugh last
when the planet falls apart;
they’ll shade our bones
and ignore our moans
and wait for a brand new start.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
Online) - Published: August 24th, 2026 16:59
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