It’s hard to imagine our world without trees
Shadowed only by concrete and steel.
Thousands of products would soon disappear
Changing everything we see and feel.
No more baseball played with wooden bats
No more plums, pears, cherries or apple pie.
No more campfires to circle at night
And to pencils and books say goodbye.
Trees like people come from seed
Both drink breathe and consume.
They feed, house, and protect us
As they sweeten the air with their bloom.
Larger and older than any living thing
Far bigger than the ocean’s blue whale;
Some grow 350 feet tall,
Before falling victim to the nail.
©Copyright by Tom Zart (Date Unknown)