because they love the pine.
But do they know you have spiked it
to pierce their spine?
No, they don’t! But it’s better them than us,
we are superior and we love gore;
the blood, the pain, the anguish
except when it’s upon us, but until then
we love it more.
Just look around you, your eyes will tear;
or will they? Maybe you cant see?
as you roll around in your little Benz
all plastic and steel
believe me, it’s a great feel.
And you’ll strive to experience it
even if you have to bow and keel.
There’s no doubt, you’ll wield the ax, pay the tax
just to sit at the wheel.
Where did it come from and where did it go?
Do you know?
When you saw it on the ground did you kneel
to pick it up and get a feel
of how the fish of the sea
swallow it as bait at the end of the reel?
Are you a woodcutter or a tree hugger?
or one of those who are neither,
but an observer who sees from afar
the ax that scythes through the tree
and sets the bear free?
Do you believe that the hole in the ground
will get you to your golden pound?
If that is you, then the pine is for you.
One day, not today, World Environment Day
We’ell all get our due. And that’s true…