The Poetry of Martin Fairclough...QUESTIONS, QUESTIONS
What does a tree think
When its last moments come?
Does a tree scream in fear
Or is it struck dumb?
As sharp chainsaw teeth
Start to tear through its skin
Does it struggle for life
Or meekly give in?
What are its last thoughts
Before crashing to earth?
Does it think of the saplings
To which it gave birth?
As the sweet smell of sap
Starts to waft through the air
Do the other trees mourn
Or remain unaware?
There are so many questions
And answers are few
Though scientists probing
(As scientists do)
Think a tree in the forest
Can "talk" to the rest
And as you read this
Continue to test
By measuring chemicals
High in the crown
And looking for change
As they're chopping trees down.
But if our worst fears
Should one day come to pass,
Think of the screams
As you're cutting the grass....
Imagine the pain
That you had to inflict
For that large bunch of roses
That you just picked....
(Yes, I am rather hungry -
A fresh salad you say?
No....A small glass of water's
Enough for today.)
