Sacrifice

This is a poem about nature and the felling of trees.

Redwood forest in the rain,

by the river running wild and free.

Blanket of pine on soft mossy earth.

The fallen tree, alone in the clearing,

slain.

Letting the sunlight stream

in while its neighbours huddle

and whisper beneath the crisp silence

of expectation, punctuated by

the alarm of birdsong.

Who is the daring woodsman

that chopped it down -

let its crown crash to the ground,

humbled.

 

Insects slither and creep under

the soft bark,

Making a home in the deep dark,

even though the branches

were grey, withered and wasting

shadows

of their former selves.

Soon to be scarified

To the fire.

 

Smoke carried on the wind,

Signals the end

But others will survive and thrive.

The flourishing forest, renewed,

casualties forgotten.

Except for the trees.

They shiver

occasionally,

 with a deep-rooted

sense of unease.

Reviews

[maria ( rose)]

You are truly an inspiring writer with a creative imagination. I applaud you for that..keep up the great work.!
maria rose♥

[Emerald]

Thanks you so much for your encouragement :)