A Tree Like Me

A Tree Like Me This poem is in the CUBE16 form I created several years ago. I stand alone upon the plain all others gone just I remain I see the sky as clouds drift past the sun spreads warmth but will it last I've stood right here for fifty years no time before have I felt fears as darkness flows none else can see my loneliness a tree like me the men now come with blades of steel what will I hear what shall I feel this is my home through rain and snow what can I do where will I go as men begin I feel great fear when cutting starts the end draws near when people come they'll only see a furrowed land no tree like me