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