Request From A Tree

The scar on my leaves 

The tears unseen, through the root that sieves ,

My greenery when you cut down,

Left behind are only sellable logs of brown.

The brown which you ornament your home with,

The crowns of skyscrapers you own on the lands I lived without permit,

Pampering you with cool waves of green 

But still you continue to slaughter our lives umpteen.

 I would ask why would you not pay heed,

To the human lives in name of modernity a mislead.

An apocalypse is all that awaits your interruption

If you don't realise the importance of nature in these years of succession.