Forest poem

I saw a flame as bright as it can be. I hear a snap as the fire sizzles away. I touched the cold soil against my hard skin. I feel sturdy as can be like a boulder strong and stuck in the soil, but I feel not seen as I am most deeply beneath the ground. I taste the dampness of the bush as I breathe the carbon from humans. The rain drips down my leaves it is cold as an iceberg and wet as the sea. The wind is like a sea breeze sweeping throw the canopy. The birds land on my old hard branches and they sit and sing and dance. My roots are like a never-ending time capsule twisting and winding, turning and combining with other roots. But my family is getting lost for the humans is killing and slaughtering them.