Nature Comes Last
She once bestowed shade
on blistering hot days
Now exposed all around her
is human flesh to sun’s rays
She was a playground for squirrels
where they leaped and they twirled
in the merriest of chases
like a day at the races
But sad to say, nature comes last
when ‘progress’ is fast
‘Redevelopment’ came along
sang its familiar cruel song
Sheared off her boughs
turned her trunk to sawdust
Now fallen and humbled her stump sits
conservation having called it quits
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