Once More

Leaves prance, trees dance.

The branches swaying, the trees are listening,

The sound of the saw, fear never seen before.

Trees fall, the end of them all.

They scream. They wail.

These trees, not yet old and frail.

Do they really deserve this?

Is this all for our bliss?

But wait, they may not have to suffer that fate.

If we listen.

If we do and don’t just say,

We might just save the day.

Once more.