Pour L'amour des Forêts

Where will you go, if not to the trees? When concrete jungles bring you to your knees. Where will you go to be enveloped in fresh air? When methane and smoke follow you everywhere. Where will you go to hear the rivers roar? When the oceans die and water is no more. Where will you go to find mushrooms and truffles? When forest floors become nothing but sand-filled troubles. Where will you go to hear the animals sing? When we’ve choked the life out of the last other living beings. Where will you go that is not the horror show you’ve come to know? Of the last throes of humanity, too little and too late not to pay what we owe. Where will you go, if not to the trees? I hope I don’t live long enough to see. ©Lucertola 2017 (lucertola_86)