I love trees
And their glorious ways
Trees are selfless
All they ask
Is on thing only:
That their children
Will be planted somewhere
Where they can grow
Mature
And turn into the great trees
Its ancestors were
But we cruel hu!an beings
Get in the way
We pour concrete
Build towering cities
Leave junk everywhere
Why
Why can't we leave nature alone?
Why can't we build our cities where nature in not?
But the place that would be in in the sky
And we unfortunately
Have not created the technology
To suspend cities in the air
So I guess
The fight to help trees
Carries on
And I definitely
Will assist that fight
YOU ARE READING
Peotry of the Mind
PoesíaThese are a collection of poems I have assembled over the years. They are your thoughts put on paper.
