A Poem for Survivors of Deforestation

Sun, 08/24/2014 - 10:59 -- dc
Fingers wrap around her throat like vines once wound around her branches.
Hands grasp and shake her by the bark as the last of her leaves falls to the cold earth.
Palms press her roots apart so that she may be chopped down from the inside out.
If a tree falls in the forest, and no one is there to hear it, will it make a sound?

 

Comments

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741