The Eyes of the Forest - Mostly Autumn

I have seen you cutting down trees

Trees that were planted

To aid you to breathe

And I’ve seen you pluck carelessly

Fruit yet unripened

Then discard their seeds

Over mist, through leaves

I have seen

Change in the fields

Where corn once stood in sheaves

Scattering poisons?

Tainting our earth

No salute to life’s cycle

No hope of rebirth