The Forest

 

The pitch of the axe as it landed on the tree                    

The lamentations of the animals whispered silently             

Breaking of the limbs; the leaves held their sorrow             

Unpolished shoes trampling over hidden boroughs              

 

Trees scarped within the landscape awaiting their turn      

A fat man nonchalantly clearing his throat; unconcerned    

Chops down trees in order of the alphabet;                                  

Has the industry hardened us all to forget?                        

 

The last tree fell with a sickening crack

The lumber workers crossed their arms and sat back

The forest cried a little that day

For the creatures within it and

For the life that was betrayed.

 

Reviews

[angelina neves]

it is sad
lovely poem
and we are cuting down the air we breath and the thousands of possibilities of lives and even medicines we don't discover yet and will never discover...

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

Very nicely done. I love trees and walking in the woods...it's sad that they cut them down. Thank you for sharing. Debileah