A Tree Spoke To Me
I always felt so close to trees,
Spiritual in every way.
Sometimes I would
relate to them,
To hear what they had to say.
As I stood by an old oak tree
with my arms extended wide,
I could tell it wanted to speak to me
As I heard, its words were filled with pride.
I've protected thousands of birds nests
Watched the fledglings as they grew.
I proudly displayed my colors in spring,
For all to enjoy natures view.
But now I know I'm in danger,
For I see my fellow trees
As they are cut down to build houses,
And sadly watch their falling leaves.
I know that the world's getting larger,
With malls being built every day.
But if only they would honor us
Before cutting us down this way.
We've lived here so many years,
We're tall, we're strong and alive.
Show a simple gesture of kindness
Before taking our precious lives.
Tears filled up my saddened eyes,
For the tree spoke the truest words;
They too were put here on this earth,
But their words are never heard!
© 2003 - Elaine Hall
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