Trees Fall

Every Day

Trees Fall

Trees fall every day

The forest is where they stay

And lay on the cold ground as the moss

Takes them over now

Time stretched forward

As the tree slowly became a part of the ground

Inch by inch pound by pound

But it never made a sound

For man never knew it never heard it

Deep in the forest where only wolfs

Hunt dear

And they all can hear but it didn’t make a sound

No value was given to it by man

No name no feelings were instilled into it

We left it alone

To slowly decay away and become the soil it once

Stood tall in

Until there was a great wind

Knocking it down

Without a sound

Trees fall every day

But it makes no sound

And it will never be found

Its left alone as it should be.

nature poetry
C.J. Wittbold
C.J. Wittbold
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