A death by a tree - a poem

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When I see a tree cut down
whose life was not yet done
I look upon it with a frown
and then look at the sun.
For the sun that nurtured every limb
and every leafy branch
has one less tree to care for
that never had a chance
to say to man
''Don't cut me down.
Don't let me die.
Don't let the sap
within me dry.'

For every tree that's been alive
that's grown upon this earth
is a gift from nature to us all
that's always known its worth.
The problem as I see it
is man who cannot see
just what it probably feels like?
To be the cut down tree.
(c)Edwina Reizer

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A lot to learn from trees, its growth(progress),its shades(hidden place),its usefullness...........until it's cut down( if it will)...great lessons.....

I don't know why people cut our life.. a nice post.

trees are our life giving friends..so we should admire them..

I used to write poems too before and just thought of writing back again...