I remember the days, the good old days
When I wasn’t alone, the ones with everyone in sight.
The days where me and my friends stood proud and tall, watching the birds, hearing their song
The days where we played with bugs, staring at clouds- peacefully drifting away.
It was just us, we were always there, in the light of day and stargazing in the night.
I thought we would all stay together in that perfect place, but I was wrong.
Day by day, we were murdered, huge metal machines
Tore us apart, snatched us and took us somewhere.
My friends were gone, they left me, they left our home,
Wehad lived here for years, but our pleas were not heard, our emotions- not seen.
I never saw my friends again, only mere stumps of their remains were there.
It was just me now, no one else, just me and the clouds, all alone.
Day by day, I smelled the sour aroma of fire in the air.
Day by day, the sky turned grey, bundles of clouds surrounded me,
I had never seen so many before. Day by day, although it was slight,
The weather changed, it was either too hot or too cold, but I didn’t care.
It wasn’t harming me, no-one could predict it- good old british weather you see.
I didn’t know that it was just the beginning of our world’s sorrowful plight.
My friends were burned, their corpses used mercilessly.
The fire within me raged at their pitiful fate.
The humans didn’t care about us, we powered their entire civilisation
Yet our opinions didn’t matter to them, they killed all of us relentlessly.
I couldn’t leave my home, my roots, I tried to stop them but I couldn’t move, I was too late.
That’s when it hit me, our world was dying, realisation.
The worst part is I can’t do anything, I am forced to watch in pain,
My family is gone, my animals are gone, I am a mere tree.
I have no purpose but to start a fire, to burn and die. My environment is hostile, but I can’t escape,
I am trapped in my own body, proud and tall- but with nothing to gain
I want to go back, rewind the clock to when there was everything, from huge green fields to even bumble bees.
But I can’t go back, that time is gone, my beautiful scenery now an unnatural cityscape.
I remember the days, the good old days
When I wasn’t alone, the ones with everyone in sight.
The days where me and my friends stood proud and tall, watching the birds, hearing their song
The days where we played with bugs, staring at clouds- peacefully drifting away.
It was just us, we were always there, in the light of day and stargazing in the night.
I thought we would all stay together in that perfect place, but I was wrong.