A dream of trees # mary oliver

the dormant state after leaves have dropped
I dream't that spring would stop the rot
what happened to the Do-Do tree
they burned down to a stump
the pyrenean ibex that stood upon the hill
the branches just like antlers  
the golden crested Quagga
that stood upon the plains
 these all were living forms
but now alas are lost
the planet warms and the virus bites
the ash falls sick with deadly blight
poison fungi its spores like mites
suck the sap and brown the lingered death  
I do not wake refreshed  
the forest like me has a troubled sleep