The trees are made of skin and bone
They stand together yet alone
They grasp at the fleeting sun
And wish to follow clouds and run
But do you hear their desperate pleas?
Their cries are lost in the breeze
We have forgot our wilder days
When dancing fairies caught our gaze.
When birds would talk and forests grew
Before the world chased tech and new
Now trapped in office walls, we play
While ancient woods are burned away
Rooted into the grass and soil
Lost souls trapped in their turmoil.
Weeping branches, a shadowed caves
Their spirits ash, we cannot save
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For a long time I looked at plants and trees as adornments, landscaping, another growth out of attention. I have learned that they are a different life source but just as valid and deserving of respect as any other. They may not have consciousness on the same level as us or animals but they have communication, cooperation and give us essentials for life from oxygen to food. A wonderful write increasing peoples awareness and sensitivity to plants. A fave for the message
This poem gives a great message about the world today. Not just wildlife and ecosystems, but to us as a society. Great poem :))
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