The last tree on earth
The world looks new today.
Yesterday was just another faded memory.
I am too old to keep up with the beginning, middle, and end.
Time won't slow down for my old beating heart.
My time is coming... I am ready.
The kiss of the wind is breaking my branches, but I don't mind.
My wood is slowly decaying, pain is my old friend.
Images of growing cities and the two legs haunt me.
I am but a humble tree, old and fragile.
Those images of my people being destroyed…
What could I have done, I am but a humble tree.
A old and fragile tree.
I am the last of my kind, the last tree on earth.
Our death lead to their own destruction..
They were a young race that grew up too fast.
If only they have listened to our cries.
My time has come Farwell earth.
I am grateful for your kindness and generosity
I am grateful for your gifts
Thank you I hope next time we won't end up like this..
By: Sage Peralta
Stop destroying our trees please