Redwood is Depressed

I am a Redwood tree

I face total destruction

From human’s deforestation

It seems absurd to me

That they should break

A Symbiotic relationship.

They breathe in oxygen

But we breathe it out

They breathe out Carbon Dioxide,

But we need it to survive.

They have a wish for death

Because in order to breathe

They need us to live.

A genocide of trees is taking place

But what they don’t know is this genocide

Is the same mass murder that will cause their imminent death.

When we are all gone, they'll regret their decisions

but by then, it would be too late.

There is still hope, I am not yet dead

They can still stop, and mend their ways.

If they heal the wounds they've made

I may still remain to be a Redwood tree.