2009-The Trees by Ron Beery

The trees I sat in the woods on a cool summers day And opened my mind to what the trees Had to say They are pissed Standing people Steel and concrete everywhere I look The only green is paint Where are the standing people with the leaves and branches that give shade Are there tribes gone Not yet but soon there fires will not burn what will we do when their tribes are gone fill the land with plastic I hope not No plastic tree will bear the fruit of knowledge