Glass on Trees

The trees stand tall, reaching for the sky

Their branches reaching, their leaves rustling by

And yet, amidst their beauty, something shines

A glistening of glass, in the morning light

A shattered window, a broken bottle's gleam

Reflecting raindrops, and moonlight beams

The glass on trees, a sight so rare

Adding an ethereal beauty, to the forest's air

A symbol of neglect, thoughtless care

The trees have taken, what we couldn't bear

A reflection of society, in nature's space

The waste of our lives, a sad embrace

But in this glass, there's a lesson to be learned

The power of nature, to heal what's been burned

For though the glass may stay, the tree still grows

Its roots entrenched, its branches aglow

So let us learn, from the trees' steadfast might

And take care of our world, so future generations might

See not the glass, but nature's wonder and grace

And cherish this planet, our only home, with a loving embrace.