Tree Creatures
By Lilian M
Published 22 August 2023
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?