Posted: Friday, January 18, 2013 7:24:20 PM
I sit in the awkward silence,
Surrounded by hate and violence.
Am I the only one that hears the trees’ cries,
That was caused by our ignorant lies?
We live in subtle fear,
for the end to come near.
But why not focus on the now and here?
Because it’s the trees I hear.
I walk in the empty street,
With bruised and battered feet.
Do you hear the wind’s sigh,
When all they ask is why?
Why do the trees cry?