Nature's Trust
As the oak tree falls to the forest floor
The chainsaw rumbles, its roaring with glee
The oak limbs are snapping, it grows no more
Birds are scattering, screaming their plea
Men attack it with machines of power
While whistling their song of death and sorrow
Their shadows work, and all nature cowers
The Sun sets, they’ll return on the morrow
The bright rays return, followed by the men
Driving their trucks that spew into the air
To all of nature, they are full of sin
They continue to work, without a care
The great forest falls, collapsing to dust
Between nature and man, there is no trust.
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Just a poem I wrote last year, I thought I'd share it.

Nice poem. Deforestation ftw.

Nice but were'd you get the idea?

Probably from what goes on in real life.

Good poem!