When I am young, you sprinkle water on me,
When I am huge, you lay me off for amenities,
You build your home with bits of my blood,
But you run towards me when out of breath.
I recently saw a trailer full of timber wood,
Pushing its way out of the neighborhood,
Were those trees fully grown?
Or did you cut them before they could even moan?
I watched a few of you plant trees on the porch,
I was relieved to see humanity restored,
But then, someone yelled, ‘grow trees, save the earth,’
Posing for the camera and the cheer for what it’s worth.
The world has changed as the economy,
If you cut me down for a reason, grow more of me,
Don’t fall short of kindness and humanity,
And don’t keep me alive as a courtesy.
I am not human, I am a tree,
I am alive now, but who knows what the next moment could be?
You could either let me breathe or let me die,
But you won’t possibly know unless you try.
Deforestation seems about me,
And all it is to you is about charity,
But let me remind you of a real-life lesson,
Humans only breathe because of me.
