Green gossip

Swaying in place
The trees with Grace
From dusk to dawn
Very forlorn
Whispering at times
To the wind and sunshine,

Their roots dug deep
Longer than before
Out of insecurity
For they know
Man keeps cutting
Their siblings here and there
Yesterday they took old jack
More than 200 years old he was
Today they took little Clive
They’re green is greenish now
One day it’ll be gone
And nothing will remain..