Written By the Trees (2)

Each of us, we had our place,
Our niche in life, wherein to dream,
And gaze upon the human race
Shadowed in our shades of green.
Seasons changed with colors fleeting,
Leaves falling;budding;blowing wild,
We saw the world and gave our greeting,
Naive as our inner child.

And always people, coming, going,
Busy lives as we stood still,
Apart from when the wind was blowing,
whistling through our branches, shrill.
We thought that we could live forever,
Our backbones strong, our hearts eternal
Innocent of things that sever,
Conjured from a place, infernal.

We stood so strong and tall and proud
As countless people passed us by,
And looked then up amongst the clouds
Boughs reaching out towards the sky.
For something in us; unknown yearning,
Deep within, a potent urge
Almost as a fire burning
Ashes - as a way to purge

But came the day machine and man
In ignorance did fell us,
To pulp and re-form as they can,
For progress, so they tell us.
And man noticed not our gasping breathing,
Or saw us weep, bent low in pain
Or Mother Nature's bosom heaving-
tears falling in the heavy rain.

Our ground bequeathed to bricks and mortar
Was pitched and tarred then smoothly leveled
Covering remnants of the slaughter:
Where splintered slivers lay disheveled.
We viewed this from another place
Numbed and yet still feeling
Compassion for the human race,
A thought that's truly healing.

We'd tried each day to touch the clouds,
Although the earth did bind us
And now we’re gone, our spirit vowed
To tell of where you'll find us.
Sleep, then dream; seek in your soul
To know we did not die.
For at last we reached our goal
And truly touched the sky.