The Extinction of a Spruce
Seeing no light......................................makes me sad
and everything
seems too real,
fated to sorrow,
fighting weather;
these branches shed
and my drooping cones fall.
Park rangers, don't let those sharp,
seething saws make me writhe while
they cut my trunk without any green foliage;
whatever happened to human kindness and love?
I fight the merciless tempests and wrestle with winds,
that leave only the bark on this battered spruce tree!
Visitors stroll underneath and don't notice I exist,
the intentional arsonist drops a cigarette butt,
to start a huge wildfire, and without guilt
he runs off not to encounter the sentry,
who wouldn't know what has happened
until he detects the smoke and sees
the first blazes rising very high!
He will come to my rescue,
but the fleeing man
feels no regret;
doesn't
turn
back
to realize the loss................................................
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2009
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