My Grandma Is That Tree

I.

Tell them
Cutting trees
Is far too personal
Tell them
The cries I hear
Far too close
Trees stand upright
They know which way's up
Tell them
They are spineless
Worse than
What they cut
And far worse
Than my grandma
Indeed

II.

In every bit of warming
In every species lost
Is a human
Who never learned
He is earth

III.

Would they kill themselves
If they knew that’s what
They are killing

IV.

The earth you killed
Was your bed
For your final sleep

V.

I pray that nature
Is stronger than you