Stark white, stripped, left in elemental stasis.
Remarked on by insouciance faces noting, that
at least a pathway has been cleared of trees.
Nature slain once again for humanity’s gain
The reapers flail destroying the trees.
How pitiful looking, those white stakes are pointing heavenwards.
No more the soughing whispers will be heard among their leaves.
Barren and humiliated, fed to a furnace, to fuel mankind’s home,
Built from natures failing reserves,man disdainful of nature.
Raucous in their delight of trees left, stark white.
No though of overusing, plenty of trees.
Flail them, grind them down, we’re alright, drop those
faggots upon the ground we’ll light a fire with them tonight.
Nature consumed to satisfy mans delights, but where will we be,
When all the trees have been flayed, left with a wasteland of despair?
will humanity’s greed dissipate and let nature- procreate.
