Sun On the Ligneous Plant

There you stand for years to come Lines and ridges To the weather you succumb Scared and broken Limbs undone Some unable to reach the sun Once young and filled with a yearning Now your sisters and brothers We are burning Tore down for justice Broken since the days of robustas Man has feasted on you for so long He continues though he knows that’s its wrong Few resources Are left Like strangers in the night Holding onto our theft Logging the forests The trees that help control with porous Roots and shots Without them we will smother In a polluted flooded land That was built from our brothers Built by hand To the modern world we know Today There you stand for years to come Lines and ridges Built around you stand the Cities of bridges