Trees Do Cry

Trees Do Cry

A Poem by whiteravhen

Trees do cry, 
their leaves are falling
for the day you die,
your name I'm calling.

Chainsaw and ax cut them
made to logs and
furniture with tax
for better use or abuse?
Leaves falling just swept
and some are burned.

But once they drop,
they can never dance in the air...
just like the wound they clog,
but leave us with scars.

Roots have rotten down
and chopped them for good,
eaten by maggots
slowly tortured by parasites
'till it break down
and totally die.

Trees do cry...
...their leaves are falling.

© 2014 whiteravhen


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Added on October 20, 2014
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whiteravhen
whiteravhen

Dumaguete City, Region 7, Philippines



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