foggy forest

it was always a race to get to the top

growing tall and having no time to stop

a race for the light to catch the sun

some fell sadly, the race was not won

telegraph poles and garden gates

this is what became for many, their fate

cut down in their prime and taken away

from forests and friends to their dismay

do trees shed tears when treated this way

sadly for them they have no say

so treat trees carefully whenever you can

if they die replace them its all part of the plan ..................

 

a poem by Bev - thank you !

Done