Trees
Trees
Trees, trees, everywhere, and no one stops to think
What we may lose as all mankind nears a crucial brink.
When oaks and elms and other trees just simply cease to be,
Less Oxygen will be sent into the air we breathe.
Where will be the majesty of mighty cypress trees,
That pose in stately beauty for all the world to see?
What will be the price we pay if, someday, they’re all gone,
And we are left here breathless to, somehow, carry on?
The life of trees can be started by Mother Earth herself,
Or, sometimes, by some gardener in a pot upon a shelf.
Regardless, how they’re started, we need to wonder why
These beauties of creation are called upon to die.
Redwoods and sequoias that grace our western shore
Stand as mighty icons that we dare not ignore.
When left to die by nature’s plan I believe that you will see
They will outlive mortal man by at least a century.
To those who say God meant for man to use them as we need
I don’t believe He meant decisions to be governed by our greed.
I will not be labeled as a ‘tree hugger’ – not by any measure.
I’ll just continue speaking out for mankind’s silent treasure.
Written By John Posey
07/08/13
Copyright © John Posey | Year Posted 2013
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