There’s another view…

They are of no need to us 

So ignore when someone says,

They’re being cut down at a dramatic rate,

Leaf dropping, Water soaking, Oxygen wasting, Worthless trees,

So don’t tell me they’re 

Needing our help 

Oaks and birches,

Creepers and climbers

Don’t tell me there’s another way of looking,

I stand my ground

They’re meaningless

There’s no way I would say

They’re innocent, you have to agree,

Pull out their roots and stuff them in a truck, scrunch their leaves and throw them in the dump

You can’t say

They should stay

They’re useless 

Silence anyone with the view of

They’re troubled