The Man Who Planted Trees
By Oscar M
Hot wind burned across the barren land.
A jarring reminder of the lack of trees.
There was a man, however, a quiet man.
Amid bilious, bedevilled villagers,
A rose amongst the sharp thorns, surviving
Not thriving, but, content, transcending time, but
Losing his dear family, lacking purpose.
He decided to plant a tree, humbly
He carried on. Why? Because the planet,
The once beautiful earth, now is derelict,
Because of you, wicked humanity.
But this humble man, a true beacon of hope,
Transformed this once desolate, windswept district
Into a thriving family of trees,
Righting wrongs, unearthing hope for the future.
He proudly bore the badge of hard work, and
The man who planted trees rebuilt the Earth,
And died oh so peacefully, amongst the trees.