A natural piece of art
Helpless a stump does sit suffering from decay,
on the rugged part of the hillside where loggers had cut away.
Glorious the trees did stand along the rocky ridge,
as long as the eye could see from the river to the bridge.
Time, and time again their beauty had been praised, but the loggers saw had chopped their limbs in total disgrace.
I see a shameful reflection in the look of a saddened tree,
if only man had kept his values for all the world to see.
Carving away their flesh to some is fine art,
but where does wisdom lie in the work of a blinded heart?
Preserving the worlds forests
I would consider smart,
for a healthy tree
living so free
is a natural piece of art.
Saleh Ben Saleh
Copyright © Saleh Ben Saleh | Year Posted 2024
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