Man Against Nature

My roots you dare dig deep into 

This body I grew and grew 

Choking and chopping with your metal hands 

All this, just to give me away to some brands 

These blossomed arms of wood I sprout 

That this mechanical world seems to doubt 

Are clawed and clammed just right into your shaping 

And yet, you do not care about the other world you have left aching

Do you see my roots as wires?

Are my trunks and leaves soon to be made pliers?

I was given life like you, to eat, drink and breathe air

Not for my body to be used as oil, paper and your chair 

I would lift my leafy arms to pray not fight 

But too late, they have been cut from my sight 

And now my remains in a market, which was my biggest fear

As well as the rest of me, let out somewhere into the atmosphere

I guess the ideal tree shape was not good enough for you

But squeezed into a can, bottle or fuel will have to do