Broken Future

Rusty chainsaw whines and screams,

sawdust spitting from its maw.

The tree falls, almost like a dream,

victim of the sharp-toothed saw.

The mighty gum that once stood tall,

is now dead and lying in the dust.

This ancient wonder, it now must fall,

do we want it to leave us?

The loggers are now content,

murmuring about their prize.

They did not know just what it meant,

to bring a tree to its demise.