Letter to the Leaves

Before fall- in the hot season, There is a time of treason. In the summer breeze, I found my feet frozen, This day I was talking to the trees, When suddenly- I heard a scream. In the distance, Some trucks rode in with desistance. Men with low intentions began to take my friends away, And I heard them call to me. Sorrowful- I cried, Shameful- I closed my eyes, I could not watch my friends die. The footprint overbearing, I felt a great urge of despairing. I felt my lungs start to cave, And oxygen I start to crave. Forever- their leaves lie in the dust, Forever- I apologize--- yes, I must. Of my existence- we took you away, And now I can say, I am sorry and I am sorrowful.