NaPoWriMo Day 17 : Naked Forest

 Voices blew from the zephyr of a naked forest

Whispering “There once was a tree here”

Approaching its abode, inhaling the dryness of fallen leaves which turn to naught.

These three little birds that see the death of nature

As we Neanderthals herald their demise

Barren soil,

I saw orphan seeds,

Eating into the old clock like a Death-watch Beetle, watch ticking.

I heard society determine their value to grow

Forest who yearns love and lusts worthiness

Loud greetings to the world

Let them free spirited beings utter!

Cut them not

He who plants them today will have shade in the further morrow.

For tomorrow is pregnant with the unknown.