Treevolution

From a nut

To a stem

To a stalk

To a tree

Growing tall and mighty
As nature intended you to be.

Growing fruit unselfishly
So that you may feed the birds.
But all have taken to the skies,
For a dreadful noise they heard.

The horrible noise of engines
And the rip of teeth and blade.
The sound of desolation
As man doth cut his way.

You have done nothing wrong,
And you do not deserve this wrath,
But this is the march of progress
And you stand in its path.

The field where you once stood is gone,
There remains not one single mouse.
Nature ripped up and destroyed,
Just to build another house.