We’ve all come to wonder

Why trees are so well

They give us the air that we breathe

And the pine that we smell

But a long time ago

When the earth was still new

The trees moved around

Just like me and you

They came out of the ground

And lived their own lives

They had siblings and cousins

And husbands and wives

But one day it changed

They way the trees were

They became dormant

And there was not a cure

It all started when

The Great Oak Tree said

“The time has come

For our roots to tread!”

Its children cried out

In utmost surprise

“Was he telling the truth?

Or were its wise words just lies?”

They refused to move on

They cemented their roots

Into the dry earth

Like mud coated boots

“Believe me, my friends!”

The Oak Tree spread its wide leaves

“If you stay, you will perish!

Is what I believe!”

The trees were too stubborn

They prepared to always stay

But the whir of a machine

Changed, did their ways

They fled from their field

In a clutter of roots

With the rumbling noise

Making clouds of black soot

Where would they go?

The field was their home!
Where would their children

So playfully roam?

They found an old place

Filled with green grass

They declared it their home

In a quick, happy flash

For a while they lived

In brand new green flowers

Keeping the air clean

With all of their powers

But all was not well

The saws were still coming

The machines clawing soil

The engines still moaning

They got there so quick

With their jaws snapping shut

They crunched the tree bark

Leaving a path, a wide rut

Soon, all the trees

Were gone with the air

The machines conquered earth

Turned into their lair

The clean smelling sky

Turned gray and dirty so

The home of the trees

Became house laws, you know

The Great Oak Tree saw

From his perch in the clouds

Disappointed so greatly

He messaged his crowd

He told them to stay

And give up their souls

For machines would just come

And turns trees into holes

And they listened of course

To the Great’s new demand

They found suitable places

And seeped into the land

Never again did they speak

Or ever move about

They stood tall, wide, but silent

Until the machines made their route

I mean sure, sometimes

The trees would grow back

From little capped acorns

But a mind, the trees did lack

And that’s how it happened

Why the trees are so still

The world changed so much

Green fields the trees should fill

“Who did this?” You cry

With you angry dear friend

Well, I suppose I could tell you

Maybe a hand you could lend