Tree

by Andy Jarjour

Lonely
Sad
Solitary
is what I am.

All my friends cut down,
When I was just a tiny seedling,
so small no one noticed me.
Man came along.
Clever to solve problems,
stupid to cut trees.
with their razor-sharp, jagged,
spiky chainsaws,
they cut all of us down.

Stamped and squashed me
with their boots
but I survived.
Sole
and alone