The Robbery

The tree cries through the pain.

Stripped from its roots, it whips the exorcist.

They both wail and adjust their emotions with one final fall.

If only their hearts could be glued back together. 

They’re broken inside, no way to fix these actions.

There was no purpose to kill, only the raging industry leaping for the murderer’s throat.

A battle between life to both, the tree gets no say, it is always second best.

The strong fight is where you’ll feel like a loser even if you win.

The impact leaves a lingering scar.

We shall never breathe without all of these trees.