The Ax and the Trees

Run away though you might, you can ne'er escape

The clutching and the clawing of the trees that

Rip and tear and spoil earth below

with their gruesome limbs and laughing branches. 

For trees are always just and always right, 

Even if inside their rings they rot.

They tower high and tall from age of time, 

And storm has ripped all but their pride to shreds.

But beware.

Beware you do not fall to the deceit of their stature, 

For Ax cuts all- and all will bleed.

And then

you'll hear the children scream.