Tree


I am a tree
I wonder if that lumberjack will cut me down
I hear the chainsaw cutting down other trees
I see my best friend jack fall to the ground
I want to get out of here!
I am A tree
I pretend that I don't hear the chainsaw
I feel like I'm next
I touch another tree just waiting to be cut down
I worry that someday there will be no more trees
I cry that my best friend is dead
I am A tree
I say say to myself everything is alright
I dream that nothing has happened
I try to go to sleep but I can't
I hope that those lumber jacks won't come back
I am A tree

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems


Share This Poem