Devastation

The bushes intertwined, strongly hugging the vines, 

but that was years ago.

The trees stood tall, never to fall, 

abundant in leaves swaying low. 

The greens aligned with the natural floor, 

Sky to ground, door to door.

Now change has brought them to their core.

How a chipper can chip their soul,

Splinter their hearts, leave a great hole.

I’m shaking like a leaf, full of grief

At devastation beyond belief.

Everything was green, now it’s all red,

in my heart, in my head.

Pounding like a drum. A mighty drum.

The beat carries on with a background hum.

Good luck tomorrow,

Hang on today.

Stop the decay.

I pray. I pray.