March 26, 2012
By Chase Keller BRONZE, Monroe, North Carolina
Chase Keller BRONZE, Monroe, North Carolina
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Oh how they dance in the wind,
Back and forth they rock
Their branches out like open arms waiting for a hug,
But they never get it
But soon it will end,
The dancing and rocking, -sight
But why will it end,

For the use of humans,
Trees are people too and they live,
But now they die one by one two by two,
They fall and crash upon the ground,
Their arms sawed and ripped off,
Just to be wasted,
The saws cutting them open and throw them in the flames,
The sap drips like blood from an open wound,
Crackle Crackle Sizzle Sizzle their flesh burns away as their cores burn alive,
All green and living just as you and me.

The author's comments:
This poem is what I think the destuction of forests are.

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