A Letter

Dear tree,

listen to me

I need thy help

Please don't go!

Thousands of years sold

like a grandparent to me,

you are the elder of this land

I hope victory will be ours,

Why won't it?

Those people who hate

want it to be all theirs

why the smoke,

why the smog?

Bad for us

and you.

We need a brighter future

so bright you grow to the sky

Never stop, Never stop.