NOT JUST A TREE

Just a tree through mans eyes
Some see
Leaves blowing in the wind
Life giver I am throughout the land
But few ever credit me
A thousand years of life
A thousand tears I've cried
Because of what I've seen
I won't go into specifics
Just think understand what I mean
The backbone of Earth I am
I was here before man
I've seen species come and go
And destroyed by your hand
I've looked after you all
You all know how
Its time for you to look after me
For I'm just a tree
Through mans eyes some see
Please stop destroying me!
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Aaron, so well stated, first class poetic articulation; personification works perfectly....important and well crated poetry, and your point of view; not confrontational but reasonable, was appreciated, I loved this beautiful and true poem...Â
Thank you Christopher for your kind words, much appreciated...
Hey Aaron!!........I agree with Chris..........I love the understated delivery of this VERY important subject matter............you have a great sense of timing here.........and I love this formatting...........well conceived and beautifully delivered.............well done!!..............smiles..........T xo
Thanks, Tony your comments are appreciated greatly. :)
Hi Aaron Phyall,
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Good write, thanks for sharing, my applause, my vote
Regards
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Thank you... Williams Mavali, your comments are received with many thanks :)Â
Hi Aaron Phyall,
Congrats, your poem is now being promoted on our F.B page.
Glide on love.
The Cosmo funnel team.
Beautiful write Aaron, congratulations on the Facebook promotion xox much love nardine
A tree feels, suffers, and contemplates life pass, and is an obligation of all to take care and protect nature, when a forest is burned, something everyone dies with him. A poem about nature carefully and that invites readers to take care and try to protect the trees, but mankind in general not will realize how important nature until it is nor a single being live in the rivers and oceans of the planet, and until the last tree is ripped from the face of the Earth. A greeting.