Magnolia Tree

Branches reach for clouds

Your spindly fingers stretching

Hues of golden brown

Gold pollen whirling

Bursts of pea-green buds appear

Brimming with new life

Your green bursts turn pink

Blossoming into petals

A heavenly scent

We chop your trunk down

To make our paper houses

Your leaves turning brown

We poison your soil

Ridden with black pollution

Your roots crying out

We cry when we think

Of the magnolia tree

That once reached for clouds.