The trees
So tall, and heroic
Reached high, to the skies
And below, to their graves
Stretching out, sprawling
Their elegant limbs, as if yawning
Awash with their emerald leaves
That glitter, in the dew of morning
With a decent nobility
They cleansed our breath of life
Watched over us
Nourished, and fed us
Nurturing this earth
On which we dwell
Our guardian angels
And we sent them to hell
We burn’t them, and cut them
And axed them to shreds
We effectively, cut off their arms
Then chopped off their heads
We buried them
Beneath tarmac, and concrete
Building motorways, and houses
as tombstones above their graves
The copses, are now corpses
Of a once beautiful rotting death
Their elegant magnificence
That once cleansed our breath
by Jemia