Wrote a poem, relatable to members here.

[epic]

People here can hopefully relate to this poem I wrote. It has two meanings . First is literally how we treat nature and second the tree is a metaphor for how we treat other humans in need.

A Tree

From the womb of the soil a sapling grew .
Eager to take on the world with a spirit new.

First came the kids from the neighboring cave.
With the help of the wind he waved at them .

He got kicked from behind, He got stomped from the front.
To this day he never understood what wrong he had done.

A broken back but a lion's soul.
Surviving the blows he added a 1000 leaves more.

As the years went by, they built a concrete jungle.
The sunrays disappeared, he had grown weary with hunger.

Weak but adamant he stretched his hands, bent his spine
to get a little light back.

Seeing him vulnerable the predators came.
The tree gave them a home and collected no rent.
but the little white rascals had other plans they stripped him naked with nothing to fend.

In the summer season a wind came along,
the dejected tree could take it no long.
the passerby's mocked as the tree swayed,
"The magnificent Oak servile to a gust" they said .
Lowering its branches it looked at the sky.
Whispered a prayer and let out a sigh.
A thunderous sound made the people gather by.
They mourned the tree and asked him why ?

"My cool shadows, my strong branches I always offered.
Whether day or night I never shuddered .
If only someone had heeded ,
A little care was all I needed. "

A gentleman sobbed and stepped ahead
"What can we do for you my friend" he said .
It's too late for me the tree expressed.
but there is a little sapling right ahead .

 

[rationaltake]

I really like this. It is so true.

 

[CompleteControl]

With their final breaths they shattered the sky with their screams and dodged the falling stars that only turned to dust as did their dreams. As the sky came down in mangled shards as broken as they felt,were glad to bathe in the downpour that was dealt. Many of them accepted this day would be their last but still had enough rage to send back stones from glass houses that had first been cast . Some shed tears they've been hiding from the world while others had none to give even after struggling each day to find the strength to live.
Not done with this one yet but it's a work in progress