They matter, first and foremost!
They are the serene breath,
and soulmates of us all.
They should be treasured!
The present smells so putrid,
of death for future generations.
A prison made from dreams gone sour,
of concrete, steel and ugliness.
The demigods and nymphs of old,
have been replaced by meat,
fit only for consumption,
by pigs with capital pees.
The earth is past its sell-by date.
It should be trashed and binned.
Shall we replace with another?
Where have all the trees gone?