Prevention
Birds cry aloud in the pre-spring air as the trees are chopped down The forest seems half what it was the logs stack in great heaps weep great tears of sap their trunks bearing the pattern of the gnawing beetles So it is with reason they are felled Whereby foresters mean to prevent the loss of the whole forest It seems no less a tragedy The chainsaw sounds a menace The birds are slowly flocking back from the south startle in unfamiliar woods murmuring about the fields as the tractors come out to plow freshly thawed ground It’s just nature some would say Come fire and flood purging Renewing the Earth again by way of destruction Now it is the bugs that have come And humans by way of intervening Come to chop down trees To slow the spread… Rushing around putting out fires Never desiring nature to take its course Lydiangeline © 2025
