Environmental

Rain falls to the feet of the earth 
Like tear drops coursing cheeks,
Forest screams hopelessly
While we revel blissfully to an axe’s beat

Birds restlessly fly
In search of limited trees,
We selfishly carry on
While endangered species fall to their knees

Winds fear flight
Hoping not to be strangle by the hand of man,
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Where did the earth go?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Mason Avatar
May 25, 2009 at 10:02 PM
Indeed ... worst sound in the world is a chainsaw ... smile ... another heartfelt write from you!! Glad you're at the Soup, James !
Higgins Avatar
May 6, 2009 at 4:36 AM
I don't know where it went but this poem rocks..axe's beat is wicked.
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