Trees Taking Tearful Turns
Many years, Many years, Golden String Roads
Their long, Towering Lives Threatened.
Buzz!- Go the Chainsaws, Destroying Promises of Lovers
Earthy, Smoking trees, are Splinters on my Tongue,
The Aromatic Broken Bark Surrounding
The Smooth Clean-Cut Surface
Almost without Purpose
Leaving Behind
Forgotten Tree Rings.
