A seed in the air,
Flowing with the wind,
A sudden stop
A four-foot drop
Idle in the dirt
Stepped on, still
Deep in the wood,
Isn`t going good
A thunderstorm,
Mud slides over it
In two days, comes out
A minuscule green sprout
Sunny days, so warm
Photosynthesis
Dirt replaces mud,
A leaf, a bud
A forest drizzle,
Forest nourished
Dirt to mud,
Flower replaces bud
Sunny rain
A solid rainbow arches over
A delicate seedling now
To the wind, it bows,
Drizzles, thunderstorms,
Warm,burning
The patterns flow,
A century goes
The grandchildren of those
Who stepped on it`s seed,
Climb it,
Pick juicy mangoes, and gobble every bit
Loud, ugly, dangerous machines
Dreadfully cut it
The children sob on,
For their great tree is gone
The stump lies sturdy
Ready to rot
One hundred rings, one hundred years
Parents still can`t stop the tears
The tree is chopped in a factory
Guiltlessly
Formed later
To countless papers
Paper used for books,
Printing, drawing, and more
All on the same day,
The papers were thrown away
By a coincedence,
They were in the same town,
Dumped by the same truck,
On top of some disgusting muck
This was the same place where
The tree had grown up, starting as a tiny seed,
Surviving each heat wave, storm, and weed
But man came and killed it,
And you can`t reverse that
We use trees to breathe,
So save them, please
