We are the Tree Poet
connection at The Source
communication via collaboration
triggers imagination

Food flows down the train
not to be sent back again
We receive when you do
all debts paid in gratitude

Blue rice is nice
while what you truly desire
always tastes best
We have access to all resources

Let us feed you

-The Trees

The feeling of being choked is not so nice,
If and only if I had a voice.
Many a time I tried to explain,
Through fierce thunder storms and heavy rain.

I tried to say in my own simple way,
To pay some heed and not let me slip away.
I tried to say by showing some anger,
But alas the problem seemed to linger.

*******, plastic and a sharp metal edge,
Wood pieces, rubber and a glass wedge.
Choked my insides and caused me to dread.
Did anyone ever notice the pain in my head.

For years on end I have suffered abuse,
And been made to feel I have no use.
But without me life will cease to exist,
And the haughty mans face will show a twist.

Mother earth was given to us for a reason,
Not to harm and subject to treason.
Its time we wake up from our deep slumber,
Lest we will have nothing left but to ponder.

I wish I had woken up before,
Is all we will be able to say if we ignore.
Its never too late to bring a change,
Let's hold hands and set the stage.
A new beginning  we shall rejoice,
And put mother earth before our own lives.