A Letter
By Thea C
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.