Stains of Chlorophyll
Creak, creak…snap, whoosh, thud!
Helpless sound of suffering echoes through the forest
penetrating the inflicted silence of fear and diminishes.
Twigs, branches and trunks crashing upon one another;
together they stood as trees, now fallen on the ground.
Chlorophyll stained chainsaws and axes busy chopping off.
Moist eyes of a robin over shattered nest with broken eggs.
Hive burning into smoke as bees gyrate with singed wings.
Squirrels scurry away, their crushed offspring left behind.
Soothing greenery - a natural shade, shelter and air filter
all uprooted by terrifying red bulldozers with a final touch.
Nature's ancient glory will soon turn into decayed reliquiae.
Duty calls for development hired by ruthless avarice
that wants to rule over this planet on concrete thrones.
So here it goes again…snap, whoosh and thud!
Date: 10/30/2017
Note: For the contest (From My Diary) by Broken Wings.
*Placed Second*
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