Teh Hunters

• Anke Bezuidenhout, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2011

The wind danced around my green leaves,
The birds sang a melody as sweet as honey.
White fluffy clouds formed patterns on the bold blue canvas,
And the sun shone as bright as fire.
But soon the light faded and it became dark.
Like hunters the men came with their monstrous machines,
Their chainsaws roared in anger and they slashed the first tree.
Red eyes focused as they continued through the forest.
My branches quivered in fear, my time was coming.
I looked down at the hunters, have they no heart?
I give them oxygen,
Every breath that they breathe is from me,
Yet in return, murder!
Suddenly like wild dogs their chainsaws gnarled at me,
And slowly the life drained out of me.
All that is left is a small wooden stump.