The English Department

You can hear the trees cry

As the machine shreds their friends.

All the leaves and trunks downward die

They cannot speak; they are shy.

They do indeed meet their violent end.

You can hear the trees cry.

The arborous species try to survive-- oh they, try,

Then from their homes they send.

All leaves and trunks downward die

All over the fertile soils of the world, “why, why?”

Their wood to manufacturers they permanently lend.

You can hear the trees cry

There is no way they will touch the sky

If they are chopped before they fully ascend.

All the leaves and trunks downward die

The green life is turning dry,

From foes their thorns cannot fully fend.

You can hear the trees cry;

All leaves and trunks downward die.