A Cry For Help

Scraping the sky,

Gently swaying,

Swaying next to Atlas’ struggle,

Towering figures,

Looming over humanity,

Figures that endured,

Life,

Death,

Extinction.

The good,

The bad,

The okay.

24/7,

The sound of civilisation grows,

The fear of a buzzing chainsaw grows,

The branches grow,

Outstretched, 

Crying for help.

But in the end,

They hear the buzzing chainsaw.