Silenced By Saws

We gathered round the old, wise tree,

Laughter weaving through its limbs.

It held us high, like family,

A place for dreams, for quiet hymns.

I felt its strength beneath my hands,

Its bark a pulse, like skin to bone.

In its shade, we made our plans,

A shelter, a friend we’d always known.

But one dark day, with ruthless shears,

They tore through wood, through ancient years.

I watched from class, a helpless child,

Its body falling, slow and wild.

Each crack, each snap — its silent scream —

I felt it in my chest, unseen;

The leaves like blood spilled on the ground,

A life once strong, no longer found.

I sit here now, its spirit gone,

A hollow space where roots belonged:

We cut, we kill, with thoughtless hands,

Forgetting nature’s quiet demands.