The Death of the Ancient Forests
Ancient forests
Old before man walked the Earth
Trees that watched wars and peace
Men died in their roots
Looking up at the sky through empty branches
Lovers kissed
Fell in love beneath their budding leafs
New lives formed in the cradle of nature
Birds and animals never seen
Live their lives in their eternal shade
Tribes unchanged for millenniums
Hunt and forage in the undergrowth
The ancient forests are dying
Cut down for progress
Killed to make room for a road
For oil
For gold
For diamonds
To make man’s life richer
More convenient
Uncaring man sees them only as trees
Not as another world
To be protected…saved
Not be used as a coffee table
Or paneling in a rich man’s den
They are already a home
The tribes live there
The birds live there
Man’s history lives there
Are their deaths worth the loss?
Because the ancient forests
The lives
The history
Cannot
Once destroyed
Never, ever be replaced
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