If the Forest only knew
That its branches breed fire
That its vines string bows
That its soil bares blood
From ne’er sought after foes.
That it shelters crooks and thieves
That its once strong oaks,
Lay razed in the age of modernity
That its rivers flow tainted
with our indiscriminate pesticide.
That mankind’s misshapen footprint is
Implanted prominently in its hide.
I sit under a wise and gnarled tree
I ask, “If only the forest knew,
Would it grow shrewd?
Would the plush green
turn to poisonous red?
Would more families struggle
with mouths unfed?
Why can we destroy so much and
Claim to prolong the world’s end?