The Eyes of the Forest

I have seen you cutting down trees...

Trees that were planted

To aid you to breathe

And I've seen you pluck carelessly

Fruit yet unripened

Then discard their seeds.

Over mist, through leaves

I have seen

Change in the fields

Where corn once stood in sheaves.

Scattering poisons?

Tainting our earth!

No salute to life's cycle

No hope of rebirth.