Trees

Destined To Be Cut

It’s that time of year again

My leaves have fallen off

And I’m ready for the new leaves 

To arrive in spring

Without my leaves 

I’ve heard It all before

The mean jokes 

About my naked branches

Comparing me to other trees

I await the day I bloom again

To show them the true beauty of my leaves

But that day never came

I was cut down with my brothers and sisters

Used for their boats, and homes

We give them oxygen

But they polluted it

All they cared about was the profits

And the growth of their own