Poem Forest, Forest Poem.
By Elodie N
That’s all forests are now.
The paper we write on, and the paper we print,
Has the memories of a tree.
A tree that once soared,
And housed an array, of our earth’s beautiful colours,
Before we turned the earth grey.
We live in urban decay.
Decaying like the corpse
Of our mother’s life, we took.
We took and we took,
Until the last of her beauty, was turned to a book.
A book stained by the filth,
Of our little kids hands,
Like the earth that is stained by Man.
Poem Forest, Forest Poem,
We need to make a change.
We have nothing left, but they can’t see,
That money is worth more,
When it looks like a tree.