The lonely tree

Around me I hear the happy joyful chatter

of my leafy friends as they whisper secretively

to each other. Change is coming

Together we see busy ecstatic animals living

throughout our welcoming branches.

Change is coming

Surrounding us sweaty men work to chop and

clear us forever. Change is coming

Beneath my outstretched arms I search for

any of the animals that I had welcomed into

this beautiful forest. Change is coming

Far below a lonely sad figure sits and sobs about

the damage that has been done.

Change has come