Divena Collins

The Last Tree....Shakespearian Sonnet

When the last tree is severed from the land
And wild flowers gathered from the field
Shalt it be that humans do not understand
That all plants perish with a seedless yield
Still they desire the forest in which to walk
To climb upon sturdy trees strong and free
Whilst tearing wild flowers from laden stalks
If they had only understood they would agree
They cannot take away and watch them grow
To take away completely 'twould be a shame
There will come a day when they shalt know
That every tree and fruit doth bear a name
Like us they live and breathe with sap within
To destroy this wonder shalt surely be a sin.



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