A Parting Tree

Through my two eyes of pain I saw a half hidden tree cut A tree born before plenty years fell to ground within few minutes her caring pretty hands, her long, thin fingers and all the birds houses together killed without mercy I heard her scream I heard her cry I heard her plead but only I heard her not a single soul did but those tiny, tweeting birds understood her parting words and flew away with painful tears Very few feel sad for them They, who cut their saviours never worry about them but when these warriors show their mightiest powers and take revenge on them A large worry and cry for these shameless cowards