Paper Cut Eyes

In the eyes of a tree

In the eyes of a tree

Here I stand unmoving,

upon my silent throne.

Watching over all,

as on with their life they go.

I've been here many years,

past those of a man.

Watching as you cut down my brothers,

even when we mean no harm to others.

Each year like a day,

I see time go by

and believe it if you may

some of the sights have made me cry.

Nature is slowly dying,

under your prying hands.

As you build your concrete cities around me.

Here I remain to stand.

Don't you understand that you need us,

just as we need you.

If you opened your eyes you'd see,

the wasteland you're leading the world to be.