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 (
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Oh yes - that's right on the money I think. the whole of the next phase in a nutshell.
I enjoyed your directness and brevity.
Thank you sir!
Trees having the last laugh is an interesting image reminding me of Avatar. Well done
Nature finds a way! 😁
It always does
I don't think I'll ever see ,
Resentment more in the form of a Tree.
Fine write.
Fränz, this is wonderfully dark and brutally effective. That reversal makes humanity temporary while the natural world becomes the enduring witness...we are foolish to believe nature depends upon us rather than the other way around. Powerful write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you!!
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