they reach out to kiss our heads with the tips of their browning leaves while we like a vengeful lover first kiss back with words and then cut them down with blades
but someday we too will be cut from life and our concrete jungles will fade into dust
only stumps remain.
Okay. So, I was thinking. What if the school makes me write a stupid poem about the environment right now? And I was like, nuh-uh I am in no way going to write something like "nature is so beautiful, we need it, we should preserve it" kind of crap (Well, this poem is still 50% crap anyway). So, I decided to write a not-so-bad poem about preserving the environment. Namely trees.