The Art of Killing Trees
I have heard of some men
Who pull us out like their dentists would
Along with the roots
Not the ones who hacked me though
They left me with a chance to live
The birds circle above me
Looking for me now and then
Come back or send your little ones
Hopefully I should be back here for them
Maybe someone will place a holy figure
A temple or a shrine
Or the master plan for the city
will be redrawn
And you shall feel
my shade again
