The tree stood, no longer
Amongst friends
Silent, and alone
As it bathed
In an now unhealthy ozone
Other than its leaves
Trembling
In a chilling breeze
The breeze picked up
And strengthened
The leaves were pushed together
Like unwanted lovers
Embraced, then screaming
No longer under cover
As a sharp wind
Ripped them free
From their mother tree
No longer in her tender embrace
As she was soon
To be bleeding sap
Bare, and barren
From her emerald glory
Her children now gone
And lying at her feet
Trampled on
As the creature
With very sharp teeth
Began to chew at her base
This was the beginning
And the end
Of the massacre

by Jemia