A Forest Of One

We were once the tallest of them all,
Giving oxygen, shade, and homes for the birds to sing.
But after many years each bearing a new ring,
Creatures came and my brothers started to fall.
Now in the horizon I see aliens starting to sprawl,
Expanding and destroying the ground where my roots spring.
In a world where I was once respected like a king,
Machines trample through, bearing axe, blade and maul.
Those of us that are left work hard at our job,
Since our craft is one that creatures so desperately desire.
Do they not realize who they truly rob?
They value their aliens more than their supplier.
Handfuls of us remain though we were once a mob,
So slow up while you can or be forced to retire.

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