How Lonely it Must Be

How lonely it must be to be a tree

And live while all the others die

Were once your family grew on grass and earth and stone

Now only concret lays.

 

Were once the mighty stag did romp and roam

Now only pigeons shit

O tree! I bet you wish that i would cut you down

To set your spirit free.

 

Then you could join

The billions of other trees

Who wept when they were downed.