Tree Creatures

Fur once smooth as silk,

ruffled with oil

There is plastic everywhere,

Plastic that once was soil

I hang from my tree,

Roaring chainsaws ringing in my ears

The smell of wasted ink,

Fills my chocolate eyes with tears

Stumps of trees lay lifeless,

Along with others of my kind

My friends lay dead on the ground,

So can you please try?

Try to change your state of mind?