Mourn the trees

Lend me your ear. Listen carefully.
There is something you need to
hear. You need to know.
The trees are calling to you.

You need to hear the rustle of
their leaves. The endless chatter.
The stories shared by those
that reside in the woods.

Be forever grateful for their
humanity. We hurt them. We
fell them. We plunder the
beautiful land they call home.
And still they come back.