Soft hues of green
are what my home is.
Once plentiful and lively,
now just barren fizz.
Pause, deep breath.
Unwelcome smoke cuts through,
with it, the promise of death.
I remember the sky being blue.
Arms feeling light,
remorsefully, I look down.
Millions who resided on me
knew I wasn’t as safe as town.
Leaves malnourished,
overthinking the unseen.
Grief turns into dread
as I hear my neighbours scream.
there they are.
The Murderers.
Who took away
What really mattered
to me, to them, and all.
It’s You.
But how will I run?
My roots bind me.
You are supposed to be my voice.
Why not help me?
I’ve given my all,
all, for your benefit.
And what's my reward?
Nothing but pain.
Don’t you see?
I’m part of the solution
of a problem you have created,
How can so many be so ignorant?
But alas, I am only a tree.
And I will never be free.
And so I watch with silence
As you drop your cigarette-
Still lit.
And walk away unbothered
Because who really cares
If a small forest burned down?
The earth already is.