W aking up to the sound of a diesel saw revving In all its glory Dogs barking in fear The smell of saw dust A heavy thud Is it a blessing Or a curse To live near trees and people A paradise lost Oh how the mighty have fallen the pinnacle of creation We've turned it upside down We reek of an illicit power Trees on the ground Steel in the sky Smoke in the air Where have all the birds gone?

Plants and trees use the wind to their advantage Dispersing seeds of many sizes into lands far and wide Some look like flowers, some look...

My heart hurts As I watch you fall to the ground Once so mighty and strong I can hear Your cries of agony Years of growth And blessing And fruit The loud breaking, The cracking, The final thud Forced by man, knocked and beaten With human tools of torture Because we thought we knew better As you crash, It's like the sound of a car hitting the pavement With pieces of glass and debris creating a mound of memory of pain and trauma of hurt bodies But you, you leave little twigs, Bright fruit that...