They have more courage than anyone I know
They constantly sacrifice their lives
So one can have wood, homes, floors, fences,
And so many more things
They never once cry or even scream
Though it hurts them, they keep their vows of silence
They give us oxygen freely
Everyday, every minute, every hour
Each day, each breath you take
It is thanks to them,
And yet they never blame you,
Nor say a harsh word
They never judge you or hold a grudge against you
Even though it's their life you have taken
Could you give up your life, so willingly?
Never cry, never utter a word, or hate anybody?
Could you give oxygen to everyone 24/7?
AND give up your life, even though
You're just as helpful living as you are dead?
If not, then those same trees that have laid down their lives
For the very chair you're sitting on, for the very home you live in
Are the best of God's creation amongst us
Let us always try to respect them
GOD BLESS THEM & LONG LIVE THE TREES!

*~Marian~

I'm sorry for whatever I've done , cannot comprehend your actions against  me or my animal brothers ? Why torture , leaving me in agony ? I promise I'll do my best to make you happy , if you could just release me , I'll not tell a soul , you'll never see me ! An act playing out as I write this poem , the mutilation of precious animals , one by one , assembly line mass ****** for flesh , broken hearted creatures , do you see it in their faces ? If you happen to meet a person performing these acts my advice to you would be to run like hell ! Men and women capable of such barbarism are the most dangerous animals on the face of the planet !

Who is in the driver's seat
Satan where you taking me

Heading down further south
Faster than a soul's allowed

Windows down, blowing in
All I feel is mortal sin

Weaving lanes at 95
I am tired of Satan's jive

Is it too late
With what I've found
To try and turn
This car around

When I was young I played it dumb
Sticking out my prideful thumb

That's when he pulled up next to me
Promising to give me all I need

For years now we've been side by side
With me believing all his lie's

Now that I'm coming to my senses
I'm looking for the nearest exit

No longer is this
What I'm all about
Could someone turn
This car around

Couldn't help but love the life
As it was such a pleasure ride

The car was new and shinny red
With delusions of grandeur in my head

Now this ride has turned of course
Into a hearse or maybe worse

Started out the best of times
Now I'm hating Satan's ride

Is it too late
To get out of town
And try and turn
This car around