Destroying our World
Ending Our World- one cut at a time
The lightening splits a pine. It must be removed.
Others endanger the roof. Five more chopped down.
As these fall, saplings tumble.
Every tree is a world to millions: birds, squirrels, frogs, ants, cicadas, .....
Across our street, people want to build homes. Each a paradise for someone.
Forests will vanish. ‘We have become the destroyers of worlds.’
Within a mile live many more like us. In ten miles dwell thousands. Everyone needs to cut, just a little. Me, me, me.
Do trees silently scream, drowned out by buzzing chainsaws?
We feel compelled to build, to consume.
We end worlds. Bit by bit we destroy our own.