Severed Tree

the poor old tree, so long,to tell a story, a story of scars, a story of axe-wielding men, a story of clown monkeys and squirrels, suffer so,like an old,old tree, rooted on earth,clinging to life, so stagnant,in tears,perspiration, bear fruit at old age, do trees have families?, do they visit each other?, do they miss their loved ones?, do they walk at night?, it's their secret, they won't share it, for the wood seller, went to a forest, a thick forest, he started felling trees, "is the rustle the wails or the acapella songs", he left wild in mixed thoughts, he however decided to return, in the same dense forest, green branches were growing on the stumps, he thought and said, 'even a severed branch grows again' that's what he believed, he went on, to the village, with important lessons from the veld, 'let's protect our trees!,they are essential, in our lives,no to global warming". i'm a tree,i live on the mountains, i live in the valleys, i grow in swampy waters, i grow in cracks,that you can't imagine, i grow towards to beautiful blue skys, so long,my keepers, the next generation,will never see me, if you keep on,destroying us, farewell.