"Just a Tree"

Soft comes the whisper of its cavernous roots.
Tucked into profuse pockets of eventide.
The bough salutes those who saunter past.
“It’s just a tree” they say.

Thriving, towering, tenacious.
Here awaits the Earth’s lungs.
Its roots too deep for remembrance.
No draught could ever make it dance.

Birthplace of stories, of treasures untold.
What a disdainful heart dare raise an axe.
Evergreen decaying, into dismal nothingness.
I can’t bear to sit and ignore their call.

“It’s just a tree” they say.
Now arises the call of its forbidding groan.
Yet you sit back and laugh as
They gasp for air.