The Rain Forest

I came here to the rain forest with my axe

To inflict upon these trees, sores and cracks.

                                They look so odd

                                In the distance.

                                But this first one

                              Is more or less a god

                              Taking its own stand

 

                                    My axe

Could not crack

Even its new bred buds

My God! Is it some god

Looking and waiting for a priest?

I was going to crack it in pieces

But here it stands like a child

Bearded with innocence

It stands so mild

Looking like a friend

My lovely little tree

Could it be

Your voice

In my chest

Saying ‘Boy

Drop that

Motor- machete

And spare the forest?

I heed I drop my axe

It is not much a tax

To pre … serve our trees.

Author's Note

What do you think is the subject matter of this poem?
Can you see the axe and tree in the poem? Can you notice the rhyme scheme
Say what you feel of the diction, imagery and other literary devices in the poem