For years I have stood,
No worries and no cares.
Watching the world wisp by.
I have seen a child grow wrinkled and bald,
And eventually disappearing.
I have seen animals make their homes in me,
And leaving after winter.
Villages have sprung up around me,
Then knocked down to become houses,
Condos,
Apartments,
Offices,
Shopping centers.
I live in a courtyard now,
people have lunch under me everyday,
Yet never stop and give thanks to me.
My friends around me have been replaced,
With shiny metal statues,
Fountains,
Benches,
Signs of human vanity.
I am the last one.
Humans need me no more.
Their air comes from tanks now,
In their ruined world full of smoke,
Trash,
Sludge,
Economic mishaps.
Perhaps I don’t want this anymore.
But as the roaring machine with it’s teeth of metal nears,
I want to live.
I want to tell humans what they are doing wrong.
I want to yell and scream at them.
Telling them how stupid they are!
But I can’t.
But I am just a tree.