Do trees cry when you chop them?
Do trees cry when you cut them down?
Do they feel the pain when the axe falls?
Do they bleed when you put a blade through their bark?
I wonder what happens to their roots?
I wonder how they feel when uprooted?
Do they weep when they are gutted?
Are their screams and cries for help lost in the burning pain
when fires light up their unheard screams
Like an unseen bloodstain
by YASSY
© All rights reserved 2024
unbolt me 
Tony,
Ahhhhhh! Who knows. Sad stuff. Thanks, Gary
Gary Avants Forbear Productions * *garyavants66@gmail.com garyavants66@gmail.com
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks, Gary!
LikeLike
‘Dust to saw dust.’
LikeLiked by 2 people
Which in turn becomes dust. The circle of… life? 😛
LikeLiked by 1 person
And if they do feel, how do they perceive humanity? Our fleeting lives and motion must seem much like a fruit fly’s does to us.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Oh, I’d never quite thought of it that way before, Carl, but you’re right!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Crushing questions that I have often felt are true. Trees are my friends and I feel them. It has hurt me when they suffer.
Yassy is an intuit and that isn’t fun
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yassy is amazing. I really dig her stuff! And thanks for reading! 😀
LikeLike
They do but the rest of the forest is capable of bringing it back to life.
LikeLiked by 1 person
It’s swings and roundabouts, I suppose!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Good one! Maybe,Trees are now used to the betrayal and agony 😦
LikeLiked by 1 person
There’s a long history of that, for sure!
LikeLiked by 1 person
They must feel some kind of pain when cut down. But that is surely a different pain than we and other animals feel.
LikeLiked by 2 people
I would really really love to know. It’s a question I’ve never been able to get out of my head!
LikeLiked by 1 person
I guess we’ll never know. 🤷
LikeLiked by 1 person
I think “yes.” I agree with your sentiment and how well you have expressed it. Thank you!
LikeLiked by 3 people
Thank you for reading yassy’s fine poem, Patrick! 😀
LikeLiked by 1 person