My Muffled Cry

I was in the company of my siblings Enjoying the comforts of my sisters, When they came at me Armed with axes and machetes determined to grind their oxen They struck blows upon blows, cuts upon cuts. My limbs first, then my trunk came tumbling down. I shouted and cried all to no avail, none came to help me; Subdued, I submitted to my fate like Others Gone before me. Then calamity for our maltreatment began; Like a curse in due season. My muffled cry earlier stripped of a voice began to be heard..... As temperatures increased by one degree, As appointed seasons altered their course. Floods and droughts became synonyms. The snow banks of the Arctic and Antarctica, Began to reach out in protest, not unmindful of the depravations' of the Polar bears and its ilk's. Ozone, grumbling about the partitioning due to the unholy alliances with Carbon, Hurting the harmony that once kept them in bonds. But now some kind hearted kindred's have given voice to my, Cry. They have taken note and are beginning to act to save my other siblings. (I hope it is not too late to save our forests, to reduce global warming and preserve our earth.) Written on the 4th November, 2015