The timid trees

trees are timid in this land
the woodsmen are sovereign
and the forest fears their hand
its old gods scream in pain
and pray one day for man’s demise
his inventive mind to still
for an end to his avarice
the desire for the kill
and when at last the man is gone
his tracks grown over too
the parliament of trees will rise
to paint this world anew.


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