THE RAIN FOREST

I came to the rain forest with my axe
To inflict uponthese trees, sores and cracks.
                                                  Theylook so odd
                                                   Inthe distance.
                                                    Butthis first one
                                                    Ismore or less a god
                                                   Takingits own stand

                                     My axe
                               Could not crack
                             Even its new bred buds
                             My God! Is it some god
                        Looking and waiting for a priest?
                        I was going to crack it in pieces
                         But here it stands like a child
                           Bearded with innocence
                                It stands so mild
                              Looking like a friend
                               My lovely little tree
                                    Could it be
                                    Your voice
                                   In my chest
                                   Saying ‘Boy
                                    Drop that
                                 Motor- machete
                            And spare the forest?
                             I heed I drop my axe
                               It is not much a tax
                         To ...preserve... our... trees.