"Destined Minds"

Last Tree Standing...

there is a sound that falls on deaf ears
where winters past was once a dream

and falls the axe of sharpened steel
and life is taken but no one screams

cold so cold as snow as darkness falls
man's heart it feels no grief

and who will cry for the last tree standing
as man burns wood from winters relief

precious the forest from eons ago
we thought once eager to save

but amidst our ife of greed and aplenty
we forget to cry for the last tree standing

and now winters day as cold as snow
as cold as the steel on the lumbers axe

we cried not for the last tree standing.......



Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008
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