At the court in the clouds,
Humans were on trial.
Mother Earth played judge
And convicted people of their crimes,
One by one.

The First witness was the soil
Who spoke about wars.
That planted seeds of blood
But the evidence was not yet done.

Next came the water
Who complained about the big melt
Of ice at the poles.
But there was more to come.

Along came the animals
They were prosecuted and killed,
They said.
And it was time for the final witness.

It was the turn of the trees
But no one stepped forth
Because they were long gone.

‘Who speaks for the trees?’
Mother Earth asked.
The air remained dead and still,
Yet no witness appeared.

‘If I may,’ the human race said,
‘Trees are gone. They are dead.’
That was all.
It was time for dread.

‘Guilty’
The verdict was delivered.
But it was too late.
The damage was done.