There’s another view…
By Grace B
They are of no need to us
So ignore when someone says,
They’re being cut down at a dramatic rate,
Leaf dropping, Water soaking, Oxygen wasting, Worthless trees,
So don’t tell me they’re
Needing our help
Oaks and birches,
Creepers and climbers
Don’t tell me there’s another way of looking,
I stand my ground
They’re meaningless
There’s no way I would say
They’re innocent, you have to agree,
Pull out their roots and stuff them in a truck, scrunch their leaves and throw them in the dump
You can’t say
They should stay
They’re useless
Silence anyone with the view of
They’re troubled