Nature Poem

“Tell me a story,” A madman said one day to a piece of paper, “and do make it gory!”

The paper replied, “I shall tell you the story of when I was still a tree; long before disease, before I was paper, before I knew about skyscrapers."

“When I was a tree, the sky was clear as the rivers could be, a million children played within my branches, I was as happy as can be.”

“Until the one day, the loud machines came, 

Whirring,

Cranking,

Killing

All the life I had ever known. 

Afterwards, I was turned into paper for a 31-storey skyscraper”

“And still, to this day, I wonder why people have a phobia of perfect utopia.” 

This story, to the madman's surprise, brought him to tears.