Gray Dry Wood

Once they were green growing trees wind blew gently though their leaves rain did fall from the clouds above earth did with warmth hold their roots men did come unto them with loud saws and axes bright end the peace of their grove and the simple life of them strip off the branches and green leaves remove the bark and lay them bare sunder apart of what they were into what nature made not then with iron dug from dark earth drove nails though them and formed of them what which nature would not do placed them here on men's line cutting apart mother earth this side is mine to have and that side yours and in the light of setting sun a flash of bright color there is seen a small bird that does not know of the trees that once did grow