Today they murdered a Tree.
Not with dignity, Man wielding an axe
Measured stokes ringing out
But with brute force.
Chained and tortured the tree groans.
A machine roars - the tree dies.
Hopeless the peasants stand
Rains will cease, air grow thin
Birds call - where to nest?
Beneath the bark a thriving life ceases.
Nature's gift. Gone forever.
Progress Man cries, forward they go.
Trees must die that machines may live.
When teeming forests are gone,
Our world a cemetery for rusting machines
Life will go on, its beauty fading.
A relentless struggle - man versus God.
Jean Wasley
